This six-foot-two?hence the moniker?hip hop geezer straddles an intriguing divide. On the surface, Sixtoo’s monotone wordplay exudes the pungent whiff of menace and urban paranoia. Think Eminem grappling with the grim landscapes of Method Man or Scaramanga. On the interior, Warp-style electronica and spy-film dramatics cast a left-field shadow. The latter’s rough simplicity accentuates the thug-life scenarios and, on the Boards Of Canada-ish “The Mile End Artbike/Suicide Manual”, creates a nail-biting atmosphere. Sixtoo’s diction isn’t always sharp, but his beats and brooding journeys are.