"...not some phoney phranchise". On his first proper album since being dumped by Elektra, tha funkee homosapien demonstrates both his incredible flow and his growing confidence as a musician. Revelling in his new-found independence, he steps up the war those who are 'fake as f**k', deriding them for the lack of originality, and the contrast between those he rails against and Del's ability to rip it up on the mic is very evident. Yet going it alone seems to have increased his confidence, for he now produces the album, with a little help on six of the tracks, and the increased responsibility has led to him using more than just tape loops as his backing music. The meld of funked up jazz with his lyrical prowess has created a fresh, innovative, yet highly listenable CD. Standouts include 'Jaw Gymnastics', where Del and Casual come off with a seriously ill flow, and 'Offspring' with El-P of Company Flow, but although the album possibly sags towards the middle, every track is well worth a listen.