It’s not until “Burn Fetish” that the Eyedea of yore truly reintroduces himself over the boom-bap workmanship of Abilities, reminding the listener that “Empathy is the poor man’s cocaine/ And love is just a chemical by any other name.” It’s a bleak approach to social interaction, to be sure, but it’s also more realistic and apt than the casual hip-hop fan would care to admit. “Junk” is easily the album’s best track, marauding over a chunky bassline that leads into another singing chorus eerily reminiscent of something Kurt Cobain might have done. Eyedea reprises his alter ego Oliver Hart and displays his storytelling skills with the bittersweet optimism of “Smile,” proving that there is no better way to avoid being pigeonholed than to be diverse.
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