Alien in a Garbage Dump

With Alien in a Garbage Dump, Brooklyn's Eric Copeland emerges from his underground bunker, having sifted through the constant stimulation found everywhere in this 21st Century, discovering connections within our united co-existence while avoiding the prejudices we are relentlessly force-fed from the powers that be. If approached from their angle, you'll walk away disappointed; some rules are being broken here. But if open to inspiration everywhere, Alien proves to be a strangely curated time capsule of OUR time right NOW; music where birds beat-box with car-stereo subwoofers and the neighbors' espanol sings on top the Sabbath siren. With all this going on, Copeland sometimes disappears into the anonymity, playing a "behind-the-scenes" role, pushing cords and pulling buttons, laughing because the batteries are dying. The result is a collection of songs at once uniquely urban but still strangely universal in language. Fifteen years strong in the game and somehow it's easier to see where his music is going as opposed to where it's been.