Put it this way: From the band's name you've guessed this isn't meant to be an ordinary album. And it's not. These are white boys using the sound and language of rap in pursuit of their own strange goals.
In the most compelling songs, you mainly hear knifelike wisps.''I'm a real black angel,'' whispers MC 900 Ft. Jesus (who took his name from a vision Oral Roberts said he once had). And he sounds as if he really might be one: ''Tears fall on the day that I fly.''
Elsewhere (as in a New Age parody) he gets stupidly arch. So it's attitude -- and some pretty smart beats -- that make this album really fly.
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