I wanted to love this album by one-third of Anti Pop Consortium, I really did. But damned if this isn't an exercise in lyrically pretentious muck in the guise of hiphop high culture. The production is an atonal mix of soulless, abrasive and often corny electronic sounds and textures. Not even Prefuse 73 and El-P can save this with their remixes. There's some kind of pomo anxiety or pre-apocalyptic industrial theme thing going on, but it's obvious that Beans doesn't care if you understand him. So unless you're a rich heroin junkie who buys albums that look subversive to impress your deadpan hipster friends who subscribe to Wallpaper and eat vegan sushi for breakfast, this is probably not for you.
Beans hits the Phoenix tonight (Thursday April 15) as part of the Exclaim! shindig.