An urban tour de funk, with the ill Earl Zinger (the man who brought ecstasy to Ibiza!) floating over the proceedings, giving a little Kid Creole, a little Joe Strummer, a little Harry Bellefonte and James Brown, with a ton of kitsch added for good measure. Chasin' around town to find the newest 12 inch, running across a man who'd been grafrti'ed upon, twisting Blur hits to his own ends, Mr. Zinger and his orchestra make merry on this wonderful debut album that should rt nicely between your Dr. Octagon and Gorillaz albums.