producers: kritikal prik, mes e. recspin, eye-es

If you are the biggest on solid land living bird, can't fly but are one hell of a runner, and for your Saturday enjoyment, you like to stick your head in a hole, don't be insulted if people call you an ostrich. If it walks like a duck, sounds like a duck and smells like a duck, it most likely is a duck. And in a way the same goes for: if the beats are tight and the lyrics are tight and the creativity is tight, then you might as well call the record tight.

The O Heads, the Ostrich Heads teamed up to give us their view on things, and just like the ostrich head, these kids are under the ground. "Whatever's Clever" starts with some bongos before Selacious Crumb, Nos, Gnu, Loreaxe and Eye-Es are attacking the mic, like they got some eggs to defend. The threat seems to be gone on the Kritikal Prik produced "Quilted Mirage", as the vibe is calmer and the emcees are talking for reasons. Intoxicated by the red triangle "Cider", Gnu is doing his best drunken style, while Mes E. Recspin has hooked him up with a strange energetic something, that seems to be cooked with usual Bay Area water. But he then gives us an instrumental composition, entitled "Silence", which beautifully captures a late night car drive, with a breeze in ones hair, cold enough to make you shiver, but still too warm to be cold. Very tight.

The emcees return on "Height Of The Street Lights", as namely Selacious Crumb and Loreaxe, spitting some 'why is a need, like a necessity for me to make sense where no sense are compensating for my sense' rhymes. "Nazi Woodchucks!" is then interrupting the album with it being a short advertising. But we are right on track again with "Mad House", where Mes teamed up Eye-Es, Selacious Crumb, Gnu and Charlton Heston for another dope track, as the sounds are as challenging as whatever else leftside you are holding in high praise, and the vocal abilities are also used to our all acknowledgment. Another short interlude is then providing the entrance, as "Just So (Intro)" is taking us by its hand, and taking us to the next door, with some doowop-ish little chanting. However, Mes completely switches the vibe, as his beat to "Just Soooo" is not only much faster, the happy vibe is gone, and now this is urging us to take it seriously. And listening to the composition of the beat, you wonder why this cat hasn't been discovered before: this is butter.

The other producer of this pack: Kritikal Prik is not to count out though. He goes the 'let's hook up a strange sample way', digging out "The Sound Of Silence" (yes, Simon & Garfunkle, baybay) record his mom used to play, and samples a little voice piece from there, to add to all the sparkling and belling of "My Good Friend". And here again, this is much more than a beat, as the track is progressing and growing with the lyrical tapestry by Selacious Crumb, Loreaxe and Eye-Es. And Prik is keeping it coming with "Freakwhensee", that not only seriously pleases with the complex drum programming, but Selacious Crumb is putting his vocal imprint to this track, with a little Aceyalone inspiration, but still more than a lot of his own self. And to complete the Prik trilogy, "My Enterprize" is his chance to shine on his own, as no emcee contribution is allowed on the track to take the attention away from the beat.

Mes then returns on "Face2Face" and spreads his fogs over whining and Gnu going for the title of longest living cyborg. Another one of the strongest cuts on here. Then last but not least, Mes gets another chance to convince us to get this record (although by now, you should already be checking your credit card balance), as his solo offering "Night And Day" is ending this. More atmospheric layers are pushing themselves over the other, with a dramatic change in things during the progressed stages of this track. Almost switching into some d'n'b bastard, this track suddenly lives through Mes' scratches, before crumbling and breaking into a short reentrance again.

Let the conclusion be, that upon first listening, one will hardly know what glistening piece has found its way into our position. But with putting away pen and paper, iron and shovel, the true nature of this album will suddenly appear and overtake our slow realization, that this is a dope lil' something something, that does not have to hide from any other record from the west side of things, that has been hyped over the days and times of late. Now get your head out the ground. You've been told.