Each track on Seed to Sun is totally different from the one before it. The opener, "Heads Must Roll," is a regal thumper that sounds as if it features Mötley Crüe's Tommy Lee on drums and Brian Eno on vibes, while "Third Sun" flows on a drunken bass loop slamming into a rinky-dink keyboard. Several tunes, including "Pulse All Over," deliver droning synth harmonies that wouldn't sound out of place on a Boards of Canada record (but feel slightly incongruous here). In the end, what redeems -- and points out the difficulties with -- Seed to Sun is the awesome number "Mannequin Hand Trapdoor I Reminder," with the inimitable Doseone on vocals. This tune is so good that it really doesn't belong on the album -- it's too much of a song, whereas the rest of the record feels like the sketches of a crazy genius.
The main problem with Boom Bip is that he's often too abstract. He likes to bang on those aforementioned trash cans, play theremins, and generally surprise everyone with his ingenuity. The thing about ingenuity, though, is that it can be both really cool and totally useless. Sadly, Seed to Sun is the DeLorean of independent hip-hop.
