Just looking at the cover you can guess what the EP will be: blurred, confused, dirty, bare, hardcore, dark, underground. Quite generic jazzy rhythms arrive, the delivery of Blaq Poet dances between the mediocre and the decent, when he's too subdued he's inevitably obscured by the rhythm ("Boy to a Man"). Experience trap rhythms (or close to it) here, with meager success.
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