After unwisely deciding to go a little bit, erm, jungle last year, it seems those Jungle Brothers have missed the boat again.More on
In fact seeing as they've become lazy, Hawaiianshirted [I]I Dream Of Jeannie[/I]sampling, token summer festival comedyrap types who've forgotten about their past as decent [a]De La Soul[/a]edup oldskoolers they've made poor Al write and produce all the music, merely dropping into the studio to lay down a few insubstantial rhymes.
Hence this album sounds like a dodgy Propellerheads offshoot with a few bussedin guests (Black Eyed Peas, the Holmes Brothers) to hide the fact that like anything the 'Heads touch nothing much is going on here besides that typically irritating breakbeat loop they favour and a few organ farts. When he's not revisiting that dumbfunk 'History Repeating' sound on 'JBeez Rock The Dancehall' and the relentlessly chirpy title track, Gifford programmes the most perfunctory beats, and lets Mike G and Afrika try and recreate an ever more strained ersatz party atmosphere vibe over the top.
Hiphop always seemed to carry on without ever really acknowledging the [a]Jungle Brothers[/a]. Now it seems they've been completely left behind.
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