Who says that apple's rotten? Enter Aesop Rock, the sire of earthworms and tenant to Manhattan. Ushering in uncorked emotion and complex rhyme schemes, Aesop slaves away at what is prestige to New York underground hip-hop. His earliest self-released exploits, his Mush full-length debut, and his numerous subsequent releases for Definitive Jux have met with nothing but acclaim. Sold-out performances with his Definitive Jux labelmates El-P, Mr. Lif, and Cannibal Ox have left him father to a swelling legion of fans on both coasts and the world over. The benefactor to the respect of his fellow wordsmiths, his writings sound off with the voice of ten men and an ironclad vocabulary; your headphones will never feel the same. Neck brace, wide eyes, elbow pads, and chest pains may follow.