Music

Sometimes it’s hard to tell whether Infinite Livez really exists, or whether his career is some kind of psychotic delusion. He’s a talented, imaginative lyricist with a whacked-out sense of humour, and style, who runs one of London’s most out-there MC nights. And yet no one ever seems to talk about him, or have heard of him. If it wasn’t for all the swearing and references to bodily fluids, you’d assume he was a Dr Seuss character come to life. In your mind. Hopefully, however, this new album will introduce Livez to a few more people, and we’ll be able to tell once and for all that he is real.

The title is a great encapsulation of all the qualities that make Livez an interesting character – bizarre, cheerfully offensive and wholeheartedly irreverent. This is his second outing with Swiss improvisational types Stade. The last one, recorded kind-of as-live and with many of Livez’s verses freestyled in the studio, was impressive for its scope and daring (well, for hip hop anyway). ‘Morgan Freeman…’ presents a refined version of the sound. Indeed, first track, ‘Hoxton Smoothie’, could potentially be the first ever Infinite Livez floorfiller.

That said, there are still more than enough psychedelic excursions within the tracks to keep things surreal – Livez’s yowls and bastard-soul croon, as on the likes of ‘Clapped Out Datsun’ recall Ol’ Dirty Bastard at his least hinged. It does require a little patience, if you can appreciate Dan Le Sac Vs Scroobius Pip, there’s nothing here that’ll hurt your poor brain.