Just in case you didn’t get it when they dropped their first album, Movementality, nearly five years ago, this Chicago quartet of producers, songwriters and rhyme-sayers is part of a broader grass roots movement steadily gaining momentum in the Midwest for more than a minute now. If you don’t believe it, listen to the streets or the next best thing and hit up the Internet for the mixtapes floating around featuring Chicago Shawn, Preast, Shala, and Optimyst. Incendiary material like “Gunshots, Warfare, Revelations” add fuel to the fire but is only a tip of the iceberg and hardly conveys the hard-edged ideology and eclectic range of style this collective is capable of. In the end you’ll get a definitive sense of where they’re coming from. They come hard and righteous, and broadsides like “Creed” and “Immortal Movement Nation” go far in seconding that emotion. Preast, like the rest of the group, is a jack-of-all-trades. He produced and played all the instruments for the first track that starts off with the accelerated sample of an Islamic prayer and a heartbeat that goes bump in the night while Shawn goes off like a ticking bomb. The second song is a jack from a Nas classic that sheds even more light on the group’s contentiously contradictory character. They flip-off all the right figures of authority with two middle fingers on “Do What the Track Say” and even call for the arrest of the president, among other brilliant suggestions. But such instigations sound decrepit in the wake of an avalanche like “fuck the situation of corporations monopolizing the radio stations, TVs, CDs and DVDs” that urges audiences to “fuck the internet if the shit ain’t free” even while calling for the heads of “bootleggers and Best Buy too” since “it ain’t cuz we want to but cuz we got to.” Songs like “Pimpaholic” and “I Ain’t A Pimp” would sound sophomorically stupid if it weren’t for the tongue-in-cheek humor in abundance on other tracks like “How To Make A Baby” that are slightly reminiscent of the southern-fried hijinks of OutKast. Still though, the thin misogynistic veneer passed off as black humor saves this album from the sociopolitical dogma that would ordinarily be pure drudgery. Jokes at the expense of the lesser half aside, this album really catches fire on joints like “Come Outside” and “So Mo Gangsta” where their synergy as a unit bears fruit through accomplished beats that bubble and percolate with the slamming bull’s-eye lyricism that is their stock and trade. In the end though it’s tracks like “This Little Light” and “Diary of a Mad Band” that are the rare poetic gems since they’re the most accomplished and expressive in the way that they offer a vivid glimpse into the woeful trouble they and other po’ folks have been steadily seeing since day one. – Elemental Magazine

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