11. Mud

Look it's a spacecraft that is more of the appearance of a CD, than a flying saucer. Hmmm... didn't expect to see one of those. Well, it also kinda looks like the Radioinactive CD. And if you don't know who Radioinactive is, then let us tell you, that he's part of the West Coast Workforce. That at the same time then tells you that you should be preparing yourself for the unpreparable. Also because Radio' teamed up with Mush, so things can get very awkward. Then again we are all troopers here, right? And the invitation we hear on the second track, it going "if you find earth boring / just the same old same thing / come on, sign up with Outerspaceways Incorporated", sounds like honey to us. But what can we expect? Huh? Okay, let's get in line and let me tell you about "Pyramidi", our destination for today.

There's a couple of clippings in between most full tracks. Some of 'em are short, like "Look Within'", "Be Fulfilled", "Witch Doctor", "Indecisive", "Alice In Acidland", some are longer, and even fill a head turning position, like "Clam Chowder Day", where Anisa Qureshi sings like the most birdy bird, over some jazz backing. "Bop Nightmare" is again jazzy, however, this is a bebop oddity, while "Formal Lecture On Poetry" is a spoken excerpt about someone trying to bring poetry closer to us, what makes sense, as this album is rather filled with effort demanding content, like "Organ Grinder". Further we get some musical expeditions like "Sufi Niteclub" or "May Your Journey Be Filled With Light", and we get the sad "Dub Funeral" or the crazy "Impulsive" and "Swallow This Blanket", that both sound very good though.

Several tracks are having an oriental / arabic feel to them. One such case is "Launch Padlock Smithereen", that is featuring the quotation that we mentioned before. And this is not holding back: the flow is quick, with the verbal demanding a quick brain. The title track "Pyramidi" features more oriental influences, and they have Radio' go "there's a smell of Frankinscense, Frankenstein is a mummy in a different way, so save a dead pharaoh like your money in a recycled bottle, with a genie in it, wait a minute, watch out for the evil genie who offers a wish, but when you get what you wish for, you'll wish you never picked up that bottle of spirits". And on "Before The Thought" we get an Arabic guitar and flutes on "The Earl Of Nine Teas Walks With Kaleidescope Through The streets Of Yesteryear".

Well, that makes something already clear, that there's a bunch of different and widespread styles and influences on this record. Hence "Mud" is kinda bare or basic, there's an early 90s playfulness in "Hair, Shoes & Eyebrows part II", while "Una Cosa" even has a whole Latin salsa thing happening. We are treated to reggae on "Childish", and something seriously odd with "Sasquatch", where some folks are singing over some French accordion, it still sounding good though. And on our trip around Europe we get Spanish hand clapping and a guitar on "de iruretagoyena", that has Radio' follow his roots. And finally, "Washing Broken Dishes" is giving us Greek guitars.

However, it's not all about the odd music pieces, as "My Education" is not only talking about that, but also uses the picture evoked as part of the message. So Radio' goes "if you lie you might be the man or woman of the year, or employee of the month, the dump is a good place for some to work, for the rubbish they've told us, and the garbage they've become, and come to believe in, my education is an execution of a war criminal, who told the truth, but sold out his kin". "Can't Crossover" changes through several styles just with the chorus, before the flow picks up in tongue breaking speed: "thanks for not asking too many questions, a lession in execution, without telegraphing the pass, the past intercepted by a method far too ambiguous and vague, I staged the death of music as we know it, victims dying a cowardly death seems so heroic". And one of the best songs on the album: "One Souls", answers a strong choir chorus with "true golf is a walking fella's game, twisted, talking crayon crane, lifting spirits, outlines of riddim, with careful construction, reading deep between the lines, for anti-waste reduction, anti-social hermit, just myself, my music, my lady and a Roland VS-880, in the shady space beneath the tree of life, holding onto that Rambo survival knife".

The production on here is mostly handled by fellow West Coast Workforce member AntiMC, so you can be sure that you get that styling. The miraculous OD appears on some tracks, leaving his mystical style of "Beneath The Surface" behind though. Radio, Rexall and Sunny are responsible for the rest and the result is an album, that never gives away what you can expect around the next corner, it constantly twisting and turning, changing, mutating, evolving and still not straying away from where we are willing to go to. What means that you should be getting out some shiny foil and wrap it around certain body parts, await the reception of Radio' and follow that path.