As I wander deeper into the world of producers and the products of modern music-making technology, I’m gaining more and more respect for the folks who work this craft. The best of them are audiophiles, true, but they’re also full on musicians, making their own sounds and capable of playing their songs at shows with live bands. These sounds can be anything, from classical piano notes, to a drumstick on a desk, to the sound of hands rustling grass. It’s a musicality that’s fundamentally nerdy as all hell, and like anything good and geeky, has many subtle moving pieces when you zoom in close. Back away though, and the layers begin to blur into a sum greater than its fading parts. For being such absolute nerd-faces, Emancipator and his ilk’s hip-hop for acid heads is not nerdy at all.