Two Ton Sloth: Self Titled

An almost-holy debut hybrid of hip hop and Charles Bukowski-like spoken word poetry. Two Ton Sloth is teaming with philosophized lyrical missiles aimed at society and self. The album was recorded at several studios coast to coast and, probably — judging by the spacey aesthetic — at the wee hours of the morning when the sub-conscience runs free and meanders across the murky depths of “Ethereal Mucus”, “Jesus Is a Disastrous Rhythm”, and “School Play From a Cloud’s Left Lung”. Brad Hamers is on rhymes and Panzah Zandahz (PZ) produces the multi-genre Beck-esque sound collage. Does the abstract, lo-fi and highly experimental endeavor succeed? Yes, when Hammers hits the mark and only if you stay up late enough to where you can get slap-happy enough to stomach the self-indulgent moments on the bloated last track “Fog Over a Bed in a Bathroom Floor Apt”. Other than that, the mood of Two Ton Sloth is perfect for slipping into a surreal late-night contemplative musing and doesn’t listen as lethargically as the moniker suggests.