Published March 11, 2011
BlazRoca’s epic-length, 21-track return to the Icelandic hip-hop scene is about as chaotic as you’d expect. It has about 15 tracks of booze-fuelled party anthems (there’s a few vaguely political ramblings in there as well) dedicated to Kópavogur, Iceland’s own white-trash, suburban, dystopian nightmare. Truth be told, there simply isn’t a dull moment to be found. This album is an out-of-control road trip through one man’s psychotropically destroyed cerebral cortex; it’s Alice In Wonderland with rum, bouncers, horny 16-year-olds and autotune. Every single negative aspect of consciousness-altering activities in Iceland is summed up, hammed up and celebrated here, and you’d be a fool not to join in.