Macromantics (mac + romantic, get it?) has a rhyme style that is out to stream-of-consiousness-style steamroll your ass. If comparisons are necessary at all, more so than contemporaries such as M.I.A., Lady Sovereign, et al., Marcromantics sounds like an equally dark, feminine version of The Streets (back when he was nice). Her flow is instant, confident and happily greedy’so forceful that it feels like she doesn’t need an audience because she’s that fuckin’ self-sufficient. So, if you’re looking for a softer side, good luck. On ‘Eerily Spookily,’ she goes for the jugular with a visceral flow that won’t let go. On ‘Locksmith,’ featuring Sage Francis (in a consipucously autobiographical tale for the normally hidden MC), her dark sense of humor gets the spotlight and it exorcises nicely over an industrial, dense beat. ‘I feel a little apprehensive/talking to you/about/my life/with my own voice’ goes the preprogrammed, sterile, subconscious voice featured on the song that sets the tone for multi-leveled self-confession, of sorts. ‘Miss Macro’ is a catchy rap-a-long that’s astute and relevant without being too serious. It’s a fine balance and Macromantics seems capable of maintaining it through the whole record. Kill Rock Stars built their reputation on shattering people’s impressions of female musicians with bands like Bikini Kill, Bratmobile and Sleater-Kinney, and Macromantics is no exception’she does a righteous job of carrying on a legacy of uncontainable unpredictability.
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