The bad news: there are no new MF Doom verses here. The good news: Madlib revisits the audio pastiche form. Samples are plucked from the ether of musical obscurity, sliced, diced and strung together with a haphazardness that is both disorienting and hypnotizing. Commercial jingles, third world pop, psych-soul, racist comedy and lo-fi samba are just some of the genres mined in this hallucinatory trip through Madlib's musical mixed bag. Less dark and more kitsch than its antecedent, this should hold over Madlib fans until the real thing (hopefully) drops.