Mr. Dibbs says he likes to beat people up to the sounds of Grayskul, but it’s hard to imagine a reaction that visceral. Yeah, the beats on Bloody Radio are loaded with hip-hop swagger, but this isn’t shit you get aggro with-it’s too brooding. Standouts like “Dance the Frantic” trade apocalyptic gloom and doom with Pigeon John over a lurched-out techno shuffle. When the album occasionally ventures into the light, unlikely singles like “Dope” emerge, the electric-key bounce proving JFK and Onry Ozzborn have a lot more range than previously suspected. But Grayskul is still most comfortable in dark places-leave the sunshine to people who don’t live in Seattle.