Equal parts hip-hop, John Berryman and capitalism seeking death and not finding it, Robbins’ poems are strange, wonderful and completely unlike anything else being written today. As elusive as the Cantos, as aggressive as a circular saw, this debut collection will offend none but the virtuous and is certain to receive an enormous amount of attention. A hilarious savage debut from an exciting fresh voice in poetry. Since his poems first began to appear in the pages of The New Yorker, there has been a lot of excited talk about the fresh and inventive work of Robbins.