Hip-Hop Suitable For The Fey & Nervous.

Seeing as how Canned Applause is manned by, quite literally, the Whitest Guy Alive, hip-hoppery is something that often takes a backseat in order for us to spend more time listening to our beloved indie twiglets strum earnestly and ponitificate, earnestly, on life’s meaningful pointlessness. Its more in keeping with our ‘lifestyle brand’ and besides, Canned Applause struggles to look thugged out in bifocals and a sensible sweater.

Still, that doesn’t make us love MF DOOM any less. Criminally underappreciated despite his output, still stuffed with promise and capable of the type of mystique and intrigue that Banksy and Burial couldn’t maintain for even half as long, the bottom line is that MF DOOM makes music that swings like God’s own balls. Still unconvinced? Check out career high-points ‘Benzie Box’ (produced by Danger Mouse) and ‘Kookies’, the former packing a bassline so filthy it should be lurking in a park somewhere wearing nothing but a soiled mac and a twisted grin. Whilst Fiddy Cent and co are happy to pummell us with the sort of relentless egomania and unchecked solipsism that would make Kim Jong-il blush, MF DOOM displays sufficient guile and verve to leave most rappers standing limply in tepid puddles of their own mediocrity.