A rehabilitated, coke-free Scott Storch proves that there are second acts in American pop life, Big Boi reaffirms that he's still capable of out-rapping pretty much everybody on the planet—those aren't mothballs, sucka, that's bling—and "Shutterbugg" remains as bewildering and brilliant on the seventeenth listen as it was on the fourth.
Fist-pumping surf-punk that doesn't disdain progress but knows better than to expect it anytime soon. Like Wavves, minus the stormy-mood feedback deluge, only with genuine United Kingdom-in-Yankee-disguise pedigree.
How's this for a novel courtship? "For our first date, we went and bought kicks." Fear not, ambitious Foot Locker associate managers: Wafting from your chintzy PA speakers like the intoxicating stink of Jordans from a Nike box, this mixtape cut will undoubtedly move all that New Balance cross trainer overstock for you.