The Foul Stench of Something Good

When your third album comes over three years after your first two, which had been released to almost no critical or commercial notice, kicking things off with a track called "Guess Who's Back" invites smart-alecky comments like "I dunno, who?" Having the song consist of little more than the chanted phrase "Guess who's f*ckin' back?" interspersed with scratching and samples from far more dynamic old-school records, the only possible response is "And when will you be going away again?" The rest of this album, the work of two white rappers from that thriving hip-hop stronghold of Boise, ID, is equally inane, consisting of tired rhymes of no substance set to played-out beats of no musical merit. Suffice to say, half of this album title is factually correct.