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El-P Cancer For Cure Fat Possum • 2012

If 'Cancer For Cure' was a book, it'd be compared with the sci-fi cult of Philip K. Dick, the urban paranoia of Paul Auster, the numb nihilism of Bret Easton Ellis or the anti-authorism of George Orwell and Hunter S. Thompson.

The hallucinating story of El-P's third studio LP takes place in a fictitious, industrial Brooklyn. Somewhere in the future, in a grimey world that is dominated by suspicion and fear. So far, the setting.

The soundtrack is a blast to the brain, a steel-cold sledge hammer shaking up your auditives. The tracks have this electrified tension, masterly built up, from ouverture to catharsis, nicely flowin from one song to another, not seldom with an old school break in between or underneath. Towards the end of the album, the atmosphere gets grimier, mysterious, malicious, more fatalistic. But at the same time the second half of the record is more cohesive, as where the first part searches for a storyline.

With a geniusly sense for cadence and rhythm, El-P easily tackles the bombastic, bassladen electro beats with his venomous, nasal, fictive verses. El Producto switches from one point-of-view to another, from interrogator to interrogee during a police interview for instance. With not a word too much, although sometimes falling out of sense and content. But aesthetic as he is, the form of words and sentences are sometimes more important than the context. His poetical rhymes often sound cooler than they actually have a meaning.

If the former Company Flow front man ever would want to seek the silence, he could write novels and win a Pullitzer. For now though, please let him make plenty of noise. Let him be the tumor under hip-hop's moisturized skin texture. 'I'll always have a cancer for the cure, that's what the fuck am I'

POSTED ON 07|07|2012 by cpf

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