Ropeadope Records 93066-2

The more polite word would be "eclectic", but the fact is that this album,
which features Kid Koala on the ones and twos, is just scattered. The
collective finds surprising diversity in the soul-funk-groove medium with
tunes that sprinkle rhymes, scratches, and solid vocals throughout, but the
greater impression is of a band struggling to decide how to use its parts.

The good bits, like the Parliament-ary Ya Ya, the old-school-soul
sway of
Shine with its innovatively cut-up vocals, the Latin ritmo of
Hotel
Food, and the groovalicious Slow Down are shuffled between a
series of
nonsensical, flat-beat interludes with old men chattering about bullfrogs
and aborted live interludes that distract from rather than contribute to the
whole. The result is a smattering of ideas with little to tie them
together, a sampler to pass around to venues and fraternity presidents to
drum up business. There is plenty of talent here, but it would have been
much better showcased if they had trimmed off the fat.