Busdriver: It Ain't Club Anthems But I'm Still Down.

So, on the ninth, Los Angeles' indigenous and obscure MC, Busdriver, released his eighth full length. Ten years after his first LP, the monikered Regan Farquhar has dropped Jhelli Beam, another layered and lavish trip into underground hip-hop, flourishing with fast flows and beefy beats. And of course, his famous grasp on vocabulary. His music is chalk full of cerebral chants that could leave even the wisest wordsmith bewildered. But this album isn't just for English majors but lovers of music as well (did you catch the way he plays with "Piano Sonata No. 11 in A Major"?) and pop culture enthusiasts / shit talkers (hahaha, dude, he calls out everything from American Apparel to Dane Cook to rappers acting like they're Joaquin Guzman Loera).

I thoroughly enjoyed Jhelli Beam, in all its crafty, comedic and less than commercial glory, even if I had to do the oh-so-careful-rewind on my Ipod to catch half the shit he was spitting.

And all you local Angelinos, Busdriver is playing tonight at Ameoba on Sunset at 7pm.