The man with a thousand aliases and alter-egos has conducted a masterpiece yet again.
Fishscale only solidifies Ghosty's title as the greatest in storytelling this side of the sun. His wordplay and humor are witty as ever and definitely match up with the top notch production. Faces of consistency are all over as J-Dilla (RIP), Pete Rock, MF Doom and the Wu Camp help Ghost sling to his supreme clientele. A Ne-Yo song is the only nod against the album's greatness in it's entirety, but the dude is on Def Jam, he gots to sell SOME records. Even on that track Face is still Tony Starks, raw and on edge, complaining about a dime piece who just got on the wrong side of the robe rocking wallaby king. I admit, I had my doubts about Big Jay signing up Mr. former Ghostface Killah, but I feel stupid for the impulse of second guessing him. His reign is complete and I can only await what lies next for the dude who admits to fucking his fans.
