What do you get when you cross the ethereal melodies of Sufjan Stevens, the quixotic MCing of Serengeti, and the post-rock hip-hop production of NYC’s Son Lux? Like discovering some new breed of Dodo bird with reptilian traits deep in the rain forests of Papua, New Guinea, it’s exciting and bewildering, and it makes your belly jitter like you just ate an espresso omelet. It’s Sisyphus‘ sweet funk with social awareness. It’s booty popping for peace. It’s a fun house mirror that reveals all your insecurities and makes you feel stronger. Unlike the Sisyphus of lore, it is a boulder you won’t mind pushing up the hill over and again for days to come. – BrokeMc
