Consumer Guide Album

Milo: So the Flies Don't Come [Ruby Yacht, 2015]
Impressed by its hooky guests--Kool A.D a slacker trouper, Busdriver an omnivorous networker, but also, shit, Anderson .Paak!!--I initially preferred the Kenosha/Maine/L.A. prodigy's 2014 de facto debut. But here, on his 2015 try, producer Kenny Segal helps the well-read alt-rapper who wants everyone to know that his Spanish-language birthname translates blacksmith grab hold of a human, unquantized groove more flow than funk--of zingers from the "They couldn't predicate upon a precipice" howdy-doo to the rapid-fire clarity of a closer predicated on the proposition that "I don't even have to rap/My nigga it's about if you can talk good." "Reading Nausea in a tent with a girl named Sasha" well before he started rolling with "Failed draft dodgers and niggas teaching at Dartmouth," he knows what he thinks soul is and that's his goal: "that in which spirit has its being." A-