The man on the phone, M. Sayyid of Antipop Consortium, is furious. A minute into the conversation, he's spitting out words for distance and accuracy; his voice is one part disbelief, two parts disgust, with a twist of disappointment. He's tired of thinking about when DMX left the group awhile back to strike out on his own. He doesn't want to be reminded of what happened when Antipop toured with Radiohead, when they returned home to Brooklyn with swollen pride, resulting in a decision to split up the band for a bit. Doesn't want to deal with... More >>>