This album helped me gain a lot of respect for Michael Franti, who right now strikes me as more of a pop icon than anything. His roots as an activist shine bright here. He is either politically prescient, or we have just been dealing with the same bullshit for the past 30 years. Methinks it’s the latter. At any rate, Franti and co. Find grooves that complement the tirades. There is some heavy 90s hip hop turntable dust on this sound, but it’s not too bad.