I love Apocalypse rap. I can’t get enough, really. It’s especially exciting to encounter an artist who is well-articulated, imaginative, and earnest while not coming off as superior and overly didactic. With a voice like a rabid pterodactyl, Propaganda Anonymous is raging against the machine. Listening to “Squat the Condos,” it is easy to imagine him dancing around the belly of the beast, feverishly flinging monkey wrenches into the metal guts. The polished electro-hop production pulses and swirls a monstrous and hypnotic backdrop for these stark revolutionary anthems. It’s a dark album, but not without some hopeful glimmerings. It shows you the burning city, but it also shows you that you’re the one holding the torch. – BrokeMC