The “dancefloor dominator, flava complicator” takes a Boston magical mystery tour, its main port of call an opium den backing onto a 60s festival tent billowing out a slow-burning psychedelic whirlwind. Edan doesn’t stop dropping rhymes that can brilliantly batter anyone with skewiff intellect instead of tough guy putdowns, still pummelling his syllable pronunciation through a beat-up mic. There’s even time to bow down to a Percee P stunner, and play Cluedo on ‘Murder Mystery’; the ‘Beauty’ is down to Edan, with the beats and rhymes, on your stereo.
5 Out Of 5
Reviewed By: MATT OLIVER
