When you hear Caveman, you won't be surprised that Mike Melinoe is a product of Detroit, Michigan. His lyrical style recalls Eminem's syllabic knots, his voice stretches like Danny Brown, and he summons images with the grotesque clarity of Esham. But that's not the only reason. Melinoe's music is a psychedelic trip through abandoned factories, grey-scale cityscapes, and the sort of psychotic imagination that can only exist in the place between boredom and despair. The songs on the EP swing between the confessional collage of "DLOG TAOG" to the stoned love-poetry of "Nightmares"- but are held together by his singular sneer and unhinged vision. A clear highlight is "Man, Cave", the almost eponymous track in the middle of the EP. It'll leave you wondering whether Caveman is a reference to his