Were it not for the compelling production, sort of a jagged mix of emo, noir and ambient, I?d rate this record lower than I did. Noted DJ/art rapper Soso comes on strong during the instrumental intros and outros to these eight songs. But once he starts singing, the plot thins and it is a crap shoot as too how long the listener can hang in. No one is as hip and cool as Soso thinks he is, and ?Tinfoil on the Windows? ultimately is self-indulgent and annoying.
Jaded, monotone or shrill croaking accompanies stream-of-consciousness lyrics that alternate between bored (and boring) commentary on people and places; ?poetic? ain?t poetry. What is maddening is that the music on these eight tracks is evocative and brooding, at times daring, all the things that the record is suddenly not when Soso opens his mouth to tell us much he knows. This is a record ruined by the artist?s desire to be ironic and smug; too bad he didn?t listen to his own music. There was enough of the real deal there for him to not have needed the posing. 4/10 -- Mike Wood (8 January, 2008)