What do you know about Canada, that goes beyond the stereotypical mentioning of moose, blame and being the birthplace of Pamela Anderson and Mike Myers? Probably not much more, right? And while you will be able to mention places like Toronto and Vancouver, your geography knowledge has to be stretched to bear the mentioning of a Halifax. But what does this all tell us? It can't be an easy start for Sixtoo, being that this hip hop thing is still more local and neighborhood focused than we'd like to admit. So just the mentioning of his alienness, and just the first few notes of his music will be a last nail in his coffin, as this is too left field for the center focused listener. Then again, we are in a internet age. People do start to enjoy strange music, or music that's supposed to be strange. People are starting to give props, not on face value, but on heard it value. And so, even though Sixtoo is from Halifax Canada, even though his music is not a spitting image of the Billboard charts, the name of this kid, is known among those that should know.

This is a lot of theoretical rambling, but describes exactly what a listener can gain out of this album. Being it the orientality of "Propaganda", the "we are so fucking lost that we don't know where to start again" of "Detriments Lament", the Armageddon angst of "Caukazoid Germ", or being the instrumental interlude like "William Cooper". Being it the flutes or the standup bass on "Courtyard Courtship". The spoken words, that add another instrument to this track, much rather than being the only focus and only reason for this to exist. The composed character of simplicity, that allows this track to crash without crashing. This is mending what is usually straight. This is refolding what was once flat. It's recounted on "Weird Timer". It's again reduced on "Mode Shift", as a simple horn, a bell like struck something, and a simple drum, walk through a hollow space, without echoing it's loneliness. This is only heard the fourth or 14th time. This is like a door that resists your beating, but eventually has to give in.

And what with the sonic horns of Jericho on "Dysfunctional Family Song"? Moving quickly through two voice samples, and self constructed messaging, this again rages as a below the surface sneak attack. While the interluding "Nice Beat" is just that, and "Support" teams Sixtoo up with L'ronius. Accompanied by a flute and see through scratches, the two emcees watch themselves, like the ghost has shed itself out of the shell, and watches it from the outside, what is done to it, and what it is able to do. This step on the evolutionary ladder, is also a stage of progress this music is destined to follow. As "Timeless Visor" and its spoken word moves away from the gas like expansion of the soundwaves, heard on the other tracks, we are gladly progressing to "Anger". A track that needs no management, as the drum is a healthy dose of attitude, an attribute of pacing back and forth, turning beneath the blanket on your bed, flashing your eyes into something reflecting, and waking up with a headache.

Echo chambers are hovering through on "Gammatech", another example of how comfortable Sixtoo is with being alone, and with leaving much on his music by itself. How his words are a continues search for the rope where he can pull himself through the frustrating, unattractive and uninspired worlds, the architecture that's lacking 90° edges, that is round, and ungraspable. And when he looks up to the deceived ozone layer, the hole that death is pushed through, suddenly the snow of past times, hated during wet shoes, now is mourned on "Lacking Precipitation". The tree you climbed on, now dies, and so does his family in southern regions, and what used to be friendly, sheep like white clouds, are now a gray mash of pollution and lost breath. But hear the marching drums, the cinematic vibes of "Alligator", the brilliance in this Mona Lisa of music, and intelligence not always makes life arrogant, but sometimes more thoughtful, reflective, and worse. It's like if you are not aware of any wrongdoings, and wrongbeings, and wrongsayings, your life will move forward like a fishlens video, while the rest is stuck in Pandora's box. What should be "Sultry" is actually melancholy, or being in trance in slow motion.

If this offering by Sixtoo, half of the Sebutones, and a member of the groundbending 1200 Hobos does not impress you, then Six' almost last question on this album "what's wrong" rings in all trueness. He's pushing boundaries by pushing buttons. What others claim, this offers humbly.