p. Wrecks is a pessimist from Spokane. His view on life seems detrimental, although he never falls for negativism. Instead, I discovered one of the few MCs I really enjoy listening in these days of terrible Hip-Hop Releases. This is not tough-boy rap, no emo-rap, no booty-clap. His delivery is personal, even intelligent at times, and it pays to take some time to get used to his nasal buzzing voice. Last years’ The Hollow Fossils Project, independently released by the end of last year, is a 22-Track strong piece of him explaining his world over psychedelic-experimental productions made by various producers from the northwest area. Although that album came out over six months ago, I still listen to it, which hardly happens these days. The reason for this is based in his lyrics. His individuality is based on the past, maybe most clearly audible on the track “a conversation with my father”, and in this sense p.Wrecks fits in a long line with people like Lewis Carroll, Syd Barret or Arthur Rimbaud. Another favourite track is “Trucks”, where a brash mêlée between p. Wrecks and Vyrus1 ends up being one of the most lofi-bangers I heard for a while. Those 22 tracks don’t come out of nowhere. Being a roommate of Spokanes’ MC Quiz 10 for some years, Wrecks has been writing his lyrics on everything from cardboard to walls, and his need to express himself can be compared with the compulsive exegesis Phillip K. Dick had to spend his last years with. As a result, Wrecks issued a handful of EPs and albums next to the Hollow Fossils Project, like a joining forces EP with Germanys’ The Chukchee or his heavy involvement with the Youth Feeders Compilation produced by Xrin Arms, which came out earlier this year. Wrecks has set a high level of idiosyncratic enunciation that will carry him directly to his next release, the “Gegner” album.