YoYoYoYoYo was so skeletal, so unapologetic; one-dimensional, but admirable in it's commitment to rawdog Baltimore noise and skeezy hiphop sleaze, a stop-motion T-800 out for pussy. The followup sanded off the edges and got listenable for a net loss, forgettable by comparision.
And here's maybe the sweetspot - still unpredictable and inventive, still weird as shit. Laser blasts bomb you, start-stop slither sweeps the leg, and Juwan drops cryptic, simmering sex, - more Prince than Peaches. That swagger comes out in the pacing too - how do you lay down 7 tracks in 24 minutes and sound like you're in no rush at all, letting bloopy loops breathe, wedging sentiments in every other cranny?
Twisty, futuristic stuff that'll sidle up into your pants before you know it 4/5
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