Reality has always been too small for human imagination. So the saying goes. And it is obviously true for emcees too, and amongst them, also for The Sweeps, with Sweeps standing for Sub-Terrestrial Wordsmiths Exhibiting Extraordinary Poetic Structure. The crew is a collective of Omega Supreme (DJ X-Caliber), Superion (Carnage), Abominus (Pagne) and Computron (Concentrate), while Carnage and X-Caliber are also the twosome Nemnoch. This EP is not the official album though, as the album "Foreign Genetics" is still to come soon. The same goes for their "Bootleg Tracks From Charr" EP on CD, as well as the Nemnoch album and the Concentrate "Calculated Heteradox" album. So these cats got plenty up their sleeve, but for the time being, we shall check out this "Bootleg Tracks From Junkion".

There's only one track on here, where all the Sweeps are putting their lyrics to the cut, it being "Climate Hybridz". The rest was done in five cases by Computron & Superion (and twice with New Kid of Kanser), Nemnoch do two cuts, and Computron gets to do the solo "612", as well as "Terminated" with Abominus. And as various the combination of emcees is, so are the styles on this album, as cuts like "Here We Go Now" or "Terminated" got strong old school sound elements. "One" or the instrumental "Guardyamental" are appearing in more abstract patterns and intentions, opposing "One (Original)", that's not without smoothness and includes plush strings and pleased keys, making it with "Dust" one of the best beats on here. Both beats are determined, what then is opposing the bareness of a "IphKnowledgeReignz", while finally "Mic Brutality" gets spacey.

This record is not just going beyond the reality with the leftfield beats, but also with the lyrics, that intend to achieve one big goal: to sound clever with things that others haven't yet thought of to say. That makes the record to be loaded with battling verses, that are however not always of the easy to grasp styles, like this quote "comparing me to you, is like [...] fellatio to a handjob". As for example on "Climate Hybridz", we listen to each of the cats spit weather rhetoric, getting their words frosted with an ice covering. And when we are not saying much more about the lyrical aspect of things, then it's because saying that they are complex, and of that science fiction, space, illish style, abstract and off beat flowers enjoy to do, describes the spitting on this record appropriately.

And at the same time, this decryption can also be a somewhat boiled down conclusion, as we are treated to science rap, that gains the strength from twisted kids, doing twisted rhymes and twisted music. It's the backpacker hip hop, all those thuggin' cats love to hate. If they'd even bother to consider this the same music that they are doing in bling bling style, as this is pretty much the exact anti-thesis. Hence the paths those cats walk on, can be called the street. The Sweeps however march on the milky way.