This came out in 2004 – or at least that’s when I got it. Here’s what I said about it back then (with some minor editing):
Man, are there gonna be some confused punks out there.
Atmosphere, the latest act on renowned hardcore label Epitaph, are anything but another cyclone of guitar-driven rawk. Though, admittedly, they do pack a punch. Atmosphere, you see, are a dark, hard-edged hip-hop outfit from (believe it or not) Minneapolis. And their fourth album Seven’s Travels is as uncompromising and individual as anything cranked out by a bunch of guys in leather and Mohawks. With a literate intelligence and anything-goes musicality reminiscent of Buck 65, producer Ant creates loopy, swoopy, shape-shifting sampler-crazed soundscapes, while rapper Slug drops tongue-tripping rhymes with singles verses that boast more IQ points than most of the Death Row catalogue. Hopefully, any young punks who happen to pick up this disc by accident will end up being enlightened — even if they are confused as hell.
