Review abortmag.com RED ANTS - Omega Point Reported by: Dave “Corvid” McCallum I knew from the cover that I was gonna love this one, and I took it along with me to Toronto just to help me preadjust mentally - I mean it has a picture of the CN tower snapped in fucking half on the cover! Very dusty, dirty, Def Jux influenced production by Vincent Price (best name ever!) with that extra grit that comes from winters spent in the Great Frozen North all paranoid on Jamaican ‘Cess. As one half of the original duo of Modulok and the now incarcerated Predaking, Modulok holds it down with a tortured, blunted flow full of the visceral nihilistic imagery of a pre-apocalyptic wasteland. A little slow in the intro, but that just gives one time to twist one, as VP’s scratchy digital soundscapes scrape the eardrums into a cold trance. When Modulok drops his first lines over the ghostly beat of Amplification, it’s MC devouring, tortured soul time all over again. A Kind of Grim is a polished anthem for self loathing angst and the best candidate on the album for an anti-radio hit. Best of all is Versus, a profound meditation on the greatness of pleasure, pain, love and… well, nothing, that is worth listening to twice in quick succession just to really catch the meaning. Psychic Dictatorship and Keep Your Satellites out of my Brain rail at the all pervading mind control pollution of our electronic masters (and we aren’t talking science fiction bullshit either)! Decidedly uncharacteristic of Canadian styles or trends, Red Ants are a harbinger of new sounds on the horizon, produced by artists whose eyes and ears seem to be focused on the realities of our great and fucked up nation, not on an appropriated image of Hip Hop. The skyline of a bombed out T-dot with vegetation overgrowing the bones and ruins is a fairly succinct statement of the outlook of Red Ants. Omega Point is a place and time, here and now, end and beginning… and the weak are definitely eaten !