Title: The No-Hype EP of the Year 2004
Product review: Perhaps it's the fact that I've convinced myself that Fog read Stephen Jay Gould's entire oeuvre before making this album or perhaps it's the fact that Fog can take childhood & adolescent moments, weave them into a deft brief lyric and not have it sound trite or BrightEyes-ish or perhaps it's the rage I feel everytime I walk into Crossroads music in downtown Blacksburg, Virginia and find this album listed in the 'indie-hip-hop' section (I mean, what the f@ck?) regardless of the number of times I've told the faux-hipster staff that Fog does not belong there that I love this album.Look, it comes down to this--do you want pop-subbaculcha or innovation? If the latter, dig into Fog; if the former, go buy the Arcade Fire.
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