ECID, Werewolf Hologram

Nate Patrin

By Nate Patrin

on 02.28.12 in Reviews
Soul-searching, delivered in a needling growl

The Twin Cities have nurtured and cultivated abstract hip-hop to the point where the region remains one of the major bastions of the form – a mixed blessing for ECID, who’s had plenty of context and competition alike. A prolific producer/MC who took underground rap’s independent-as-fuck ethos to tireless ends, Werewolf Hologram exhibits his trademark form: inward (and outward) soul-searching, delivered in a needling growl that’s weighted with menace, disillusionment and sarcasm alike. Tracks like the tsunami-evoking estrangement story “Back from Japan” and “The Pursuit of Everything in Between,” where cynicism does battle with empathy, reflect a man trying to hold himself together while everything crumbles around him. It’s a feeling that peaks in the guilt-ridden, doom metal-tinged “Rockstars Don’t Apologize” and its posthumous appearance from the late St. Paul battle-rap legend Eyedea. And with a production style based around grimy, no-nonsense drum breaks and choppy, anxious psych-rock riffs that’d fit in well with 2001-vintage Definitive Jux, ECID’s own restless voice has an equally agitated backdrop to echo it.