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Mike Ladd's not looking forward to tomorrow. "Where's my floating car?" he cries on album opener "5000 Miles West Of The Future", let down by the promise of a glittering utopia but resigned to make the best of it. Like a prankster Gil Scott Heron, Ladd gleefully mixes metaphors to outline his hallucinatory vision of the Afterfuture. It's a time when renegades thrive despite corporate planetary lockdown. The cultural bouillabaisse has reached boiling point—the swooshing of Bollywood orchestras impact on Bronx beats and sonic pollution clouds the atmosphere. On "Planet 10", the prophet tweaks his voice for an elegiac paean to planetary evacuation and is fused to El-P's porno terrorist rhyme style on "Bladerunners". Ethereal drum & bass rhythms surface on "To The Moon's Contractor". Wherever you turn, it is clear that the Afterfuture is an undeniable vision of the hip-hop zeitgeist.
Chris Campionamazon.co.uk (editorial review)
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