P.O.S. sounds pissed. It's not just his standard punk-rock meets hip-hop edge you're used to hearing either, and that's a good thing. The member of Minneapolis' notorious Doomtree crew employs a more focused level of rancor on his latestand bestrelease, We Don't Even Live Here, creating an acerbic barrage of grimy, danceable beats and side-winding vocals that feel dangerous enough to shake the system off its foundation.
The rapper sounds like he's gripping his mic like a Molotov, dropping bombs on conventional wisdom with conviction and intelligence. Even when the rapper gets braggadocious, it's hard to hold it against him. Instead you just want to raise your bandana up to eye level and rally behind lyrics like "catch me on a mission/pissing in a convertible trying to create some tension" on "Fuck Your Stuff."
The only disappointment is the unnecessary Auto-Tuning of the vocal contributions from Bon Iver's Justin Vernon on "How We Land," which only distracts from Vernon's distinct falsetto. Aside from that minor flaw, it's a safe bet that next time this Missoula favorite comes to town, there will be a swarm of fresh converts in the crowd chanting every word.