I just got off the horn with the Frankensteez crew, which was riding out the Frankenstorm, watching Frankenweenie, eating franks and beans, with close ally Frank White butchering some vinyl in the background. It turns out that Mister Jason and his posse are returning to Church tomorrow night for their second annual fright night and hip-hop masquerade party.

So I've ate, shit, and slept with Mister Jason's Frankensteez project for nearly six days now, and it's rewind-button-city-all-day. Despite having disappeared from the recording side of things for years - since his Porn Theatre Ushers days with Nabo Rawk - Jason managed to return with a comeback strong enough to rape a horse.

Before I moved to Boston seven years ago, I knew more about the local rap scene than most outsiders, but my knowledge was still limited to cats who were making big splashes on the greater subterranean scene. No doubt that among that exalted group of exports were the Porn Theatre Ushers, an MC-producer duo that brought something entirely new and even different.