The album’s sound is as much of a reflection of Dibiase’s involvement in these storied L.A. scenes, as it is of his personal history. Growing up in Watts, the South Los Angeles neighborhood notorious for its race riots and inner city strife, Dibiase turned away from his gang-infested surroundings and resigned to his garage, where he found solace in video games. This dichotomy of urban decay and pixelated fantasy is obvious in Dibiase’s sound. Machines Hate Me reimagines the heavy handed swagger of early ’90s G-Funk in a mind swooned by the lo-fi eccentricities of early-era Nintendo. It’s not hard to picture the transition from the teenage Dibiase, holed up in a his Watts garage amidst a tangle of controllers and stacks of Zelda cartridges, to his current beat lab of 404s and MPCs, a dark layer where the mad scientist churns out his left field productions.