"Funcrusher," indeed. El-P, Bigg Jus and Mr. Len are not your friends. Driven like few hip-hop groups since Public Enemy, they present confrontation verbally and sonically. Railing against the system, the man, and as always, wack emcees, their lyrics are packed tight with imagery and multisyllabic words. Sample lyric: "Bigg Jus mind invention the king battle of epic proportions/Lyrical intrigue, the master of contortion/Optimized computerization virus/Paradoxical acoustic sound bombing" (from "The Tragedy of War (In III Parts)"). Musically? It's not funky. They're always vaguely off-kilter, but intentionally. This isn't dance music: the beats don't make you think of a club or a party. but instead, Fight Club in a junk yard. It's a tough kind of complexity that stays rhythmic but sets itself into a niche, knives in hand. Company Flow intends to present you with a challenge, to your worldview, to your listening habits, and it's worth the effort.
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