It made me think that Good Fortune would be an ugly, gritty reclamation of the worldwide underground. The snippets were bloated with grimy synth-encrusted street beats that borrowed knowingly from everything from Hollertronix to Dipset's anthems. On the mixtape, the duo sounded hungry, rhyming over noticeably non-APC production. It's even more frustrating when compared to the material on last year's Close Encounters: The Mixtape, which was supposedly a teaser for the full-length. I guess, technically, he was in the pocket. I tried not to compare the two groups, but Priest and Sayyid claim in interviews that Airborn Audio is a continuation of the Anti-Pop movement, a return to form. There's not a single moment on Good Fortune that rivals anything that the three together produced on Arrhythmia- or any of their other material, for that matter. He may have been a megalomaniacal pain in the ass, but dude stirred the pot. One thing that becomes clear after listening to this LP is Beans was APC's hookman. Seriously? Can I get a "Silver Heat", please? How about a "MEGA/MEGA/MEGAAAAAA!!!!"? No? Instead, we get, "I'ma fuck you up this year/ Don't come around here," from M. The hooks also stumble, lacking the originality of APC classics like the absurd "We Kill Soap Scum". Lyrically, they veer closer to the clichéd topics of hip-hop battle rhyming than the abstract intellectualism of past mindbenders.
The production is lazy, sounding like A.R.E. That offhanded humor hints at the album's underlying problem: Sayyid and Priest don't sound like they're sure what they're doing. On the opening moments of "Miami/The Jungle", Sayyid rhymes over a boiling synth bass only to be halted by Priest demanding that he "spit something hotter." Sayyid's response is an interpolation of an old Snoop lyric.
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