[Discounted] Epic Beard Men - This Was Supposed To Be Fun (New Vinyl LP)

Discounted: Received from distributor with creased corners (see pics). Still factory sealed; no damage to the vinyl.

This Was Supposed to Be Fun, the debut LP (and second ofcial offering) from EPIC BEARD MEN, is an indie-rap tour de force by two of the underground's nest; Sage Francis and B. Dolan. This album knocks. It parties with disreputable outlaws in truck stops. It blends the classic sounds of breakbeats and timeless drum machines with soul grooves and sub bass. Guitars, violins, and a goddamn brass band have sat in before the party's over. On the vocal side of things, more than a few lyrical heavyweights drop in to take their turn on the mics. Slug of Atmosphere joins the gang in some NC-17 fun, as Sage and B. are soulfully backed by Blue Raspberry (Wu-Tang Clan) on the road-noir tale "Pistol Dave". Eligh of Living Legends and South African newcomer Yugen Blakrok contribute blistering verses, while New Orleans Bounce legend Vockah Redu, vocalist Kathleen Stubelek of Circle Takes the Square, and San Antonio upstart Worldwide contribute brilliant supporting turns. Throughout 50 minutes of intricately produced rap music, the duo of storied rapper/poets wander freely and set res like the latchkey kids they once were. This Was Supposed to Be Fun, but that doesn't mean either emcee has shied away from their signature blend of the personal and political; topics range from the absurd to the unshakably true. EBM are two rap greybeards who aren't afraid to swing freely from dead-serious to wryly hilarious. Hedges, the first single, is a haunting character study in suburban alienation and the collapse of the psychic bonds that used to constitute the great American neighborhood. Sage and B take turns spitting the chorus, like theyre shouting across empty, manicured lawns. Man Overboard is the albums ironic thesis statement, maybe a metaphor for America itself. The topical track isnt exactly about the VIP Fyre Fest experience, but its about that kind of thing: You were sold a bill of goods. You expected a private island, a luxury jet, a view of the beach. Then the skies turned dark.