Busdriver's dip into weird waters from Computer Cooties has reemerged with delectably catchy beats & witty lyricism blasting out the subs from his submarine.
Favorite track: king cookie faced (for her) (Prod. by Driver).
What would Gravity’s Rainbow sound like as a rap album? Here is an album which, if we may, reminds the listener of their whispered allegiances to fundamental realities. The brushstrokes are delicate, stabbing, pointed. The overwhelming crescendo they whirl towards may be one of bitterness, and rightfully so. There is also lightness. A black man is giggling and pointing at you. It may have everything and nothing to do with rap and one’s place in it. Humiliation, no longer a threat—but a reality, has been exhausted. Perfect Hair is what remains.
On Perfect Hair, Busdriver’s 8th official album, he defies the betted ante. The pieces, parts, sinews, synapses, synopses, passions, thrusts, and bits burst outward and realign of their own tremendous gravity in a dark and personal way. It is on this album that an OG announces his presence.