Warm, sexy soul meets electronic experimentation in a bar, has a few too many, drapes herself across his rectangular, non-organic shoulders and elicits all kinds of gushy, liquid emanations from his robot body. Morning comes, eventually, and all parties concerned feel a little weird about the whole experience. They'd forget about it -- really, they would -- but nine months later, along comes the little one, this sexy, boxy, funky CD with mama's eyes and daddy's brains.
Forget "intelligent" dance music -- Album is slow jams for computer nerds, satin sheets for ergonomically engineered beds. The references are obvious: lots of Prince, a fair helping of OutKast, De La Soul and Sly. The sound is easy, sensual, and fun, liquid harmonies studded with heart-skipping funk beats. Goofy samples emerge from the groove, and there's a trippy psychedelic tinge to cuts like "Six (Your Hair)", but mostly the record is about the way that well-placed bass and drumbeats will move your posterior. From the stuttery beginnings of "Needle Drop" to "I Am the Muse"'s Carole King-ish soul-piano-assisted croon (with its super-slack funky hidden track 25 minutes into the cut), Album is a keeper.
