Nominally a group, in truth call on so many forms of songwriting and production that slotting them into is like slotting into -- technically true, but very limiting. , the group's third straight winning LP, doesn't have top-notch rapping, but as driven by frontman , it does possess some of the most boundary-pushing productions in contemporary, (mostly) uncommercial -- right up at the level occupied by and . The smart, brassy opening club thump hits another level with a sly bridge flaunting some heavy metallic slide guitar, while the highly pressurized love jam features great interplay between and new member . Space doesn't allow for description of each track, but suffice to say any track is going to feature loads of ideas and fresh sounds, not to mention plenty of stylistic change-ups -- from the digital-step of (featuring ) to the Latinized, loved-up Like a latter-day , know how to get a party track moving, and add a crazy stupid rhyme or two ("bop your head like epilepsy" from the suitably titled ). [The album was also released with a bonus track, ] ~ John Bush