On their new group’s debut, New York indie-rap mainstays Aesop Rock and Rob Sonic make like Freemasons, hinting at an arcane world that’s supposedly hidden in plain sight with a barrage of inscrutable screeds delivered over blustery boom-bap production. Indeed, the architecture dazzles, as these fast-rapping masters of assonance and alliteration spit nifty stuff like “Hotel motel, holy ghost / Razor blade jailbait overdose.” And although the pair do recall an alternative version of Ghostface and Raekwon when detailing a gonzo car chase on “Holy Driver,” they never approach the infectiousness of their Typhoid Mary namesake.
