Lizard Lizard

As is to be expected from a Luther Campbell project, this debut album from a trio of guys who let Luke pretty much run the show is filled with plenty of sex rhymes and street talk. None of it is particularly interesting, and Campbell's Miami-based production tricks are pretty stale by this point. And he's not even capable of being shocking anymore, thereby quashing his relevance. The crime here isn't the rampant misogyny or sexism; it's the fact that it's all so dull.