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| There's nothing better than a bunch of British schoolchildren singing "Dripping from a dead dog's eye." So goes Jel's intro into Ropeladder 12, a compilation full of smart ambitious young people with lots to say, such as Baltimore's Labtekwon and Apani's ecological soul. On the instrumental "Listen," Cinncinnati's Mr. Dibbs and Dj Osiris assemble factory steam, a nomadic sax, cavernous conga and a violin that could tremolo through stone. Doseone wins Breath Race 2000 on "Inventor's Cry." Over a last man on earth organ, he shakes a wooden pencil leg at breakneck, Bone Thug speed, saying, "Forgive me talking to myself with a tone of a spoiled kid with a smokin' language in my hand and a gun cabinet latch swinging open in the lying den. / I'm going halo tipping." - The Wire |