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The second album by the only band to perform on both the Warped Tour and at Woodstock '99 is rife with wicked, raw, hip-hop-influenced grunge-punk that satisfies without offering too many musical surprises. Overheated overdrive guitars are girded by a heavy-handed punk-funk fury that'll have a nation of testosterone-tweaked teens throwing their hands in the air and waving 'em like they just don't care. Singer Lajon Witherspoon gives new meaning to the phrase, "Shit, dude, lighten up," as he fires off nihilistic, proto-psycho songs like "Reconnect." Like Limp Bizkit's SIGNIFICANT OTHER, this music derives its dramatic intensity from depicting the bipolar angst of life in teenage wasteland, using overlapping vocals to suggest a loner on the edge hearing voices in his head and moving from Chili Peppers-style funk-rock verses to explosive hip-hop-rock choruses. Witherspoon is certainly a muscular, if relatively samey, rapper-moaner, but it's his jarringly sweet singing on the downright poppy "Licking Cream" (leavened by the backing vocals of Skunk Anansie singer Skin) that saves the record from sounding repetitious. It's a nice change of pace for an album that overall is about as tight and tough as punkified skate-metal gets. Jon Dolan, Barnes & Noble