If the medium be the message, then it is a mixed-medium of messages that threaten to sink my objective of downloading the latest PE. The downloaded tracks jumpcut like “Terminator X” is having an epileptic seizure cause I lack technology for the methodology. My laptop is about to capsize trying to weather the maelstorm of beats whorling around the dogmatic litany of rhymes at its center. Am I just a squirrel in the world? Try a guinea pig in the rut of trying to get a nut, nose quivering from the nauseating stench of gimmickry hovering over the Pu-Pu platter of eight new tracks and side order of six ABC (Already Been Chewed-on) classics reduxed by spin doctors that new-jack swung on Chuck’s nuts in an online battle royal backed by SlamJamz.
“Gotta give us what we want, gotta give us what we need!”
More emphasis is placed on packaging than the mewsick in the message. Online promotion is inpractical and inconsequential in wake of regulatory stiff-arming by the RIAA; the product insubstantial in wake of the conscientiously objective stance the group has taken since inception. ‘Revolverlution‘ is chock-full of relevant issues demonstrating that “PE crazy, crazy PE” remains committed to a cause no less heroic than the Herculean task taken up by evolutionary Black historian and sociologist, W.E.B. Du Bois, a century past in the souls of Black folk; but will those souls ultimately reside in the heart of technology? To survive we will have to, seems partially to be the message in this latest endeavor to boldly go where no artist has gone.
They shoot themselves in the foot before the message can be dispatched, though. It’s evocative of the myth of Sisyphus, king of Corinth, condemned eternally to pushing a boulder uphill from the bottom of hell only to have it roll back as he nears the top. Not only is the analogy emblematic of the group effort, it’s endemic to the collective existence they’re inextricably intertwined with, hence their enduring relevance as leaders and seers.
