She's absolutely not known for her boobs.

I don't think it's him mumbling—he's always done that—it's where they've placed his voice in the mix, just like one more instrument. I wonder if maybe it's part of the indecision/trepidation that caused him to wait so long to put out the album.

Can we talk for a second about the production? Particularly when compared to Voodoo, it seems REALLY muddy. You can rarely hear what D'Angelo is saying, and oftentimes his voice gets lost in the mix (or is triple-tracked to the point of being blurry).

Where in the song is the sample taken? I don't hear it.

It's spelled "surfboart."

Where do you read that the Cosmonaut claimed that?

Stop comparing it to the Master. This looks good, the Master was an interminable bore, and depressing. As much as I Loved there Will Be Blood, that's how much I hated the Master.

You, you diss "(Simply Having) A Wonderful Christmastime" by Paul McCartney and you diss YOURSELF.

Pom Pom is the best album of the year, hands down, must have 10 classic cuts on it.

No, because Ariel Pink Pom Pom isn't on the list, which of course it absolutely should be.

Totally agreed, Banks' Lil Kim impersonation drives me nuts.

She's a wack mushmouth doing a serviceable Lil Kim impersonation. She can work up a nice doubletime patter to dance beats, which isn't easy, but if you listen close there's no content to what she's saying.

It was punk. I saw them on the License to Ill Tour, with Fishbone and a punk band called Murphy's Law opening. I was 15 and though I was going to DIE, lol.

Run DMC helped.

It's their "legit" hip-hop album, the kind of disc you listen to in your car so loud that the subwoofer in your trunk makes your rear-view mirror vibrate. If you're of a certain age, you know every lyric cold.

Thank you. I've puzzled hard as to what Under the Skin is really about, but the part that sticks with me is how it made me feel protective sympathy for stone-cold serial killer. Still jacks me up.

Okay, fair enough: some tiny percentage of torrents are used to download gifted art, or art in the public domain, which would not be theft. Touche.

Sure, thing, I'll load up in a doorless convertible jeep to drive around through a field of dinosaurs, why not? You say that body of water right there has a megaladon in it? Of COURSE I'll sit right here in Sea World-style stands, what could happen? Get out and walk around and, sure, why not, even SWIM where…

It marks you as a fucking THIEF who's partially responsible for the fucked up state of the arts today. If you're "torrenting" anything, FUCK. YOU.

Is there some mind control element? My wife hasn't stopped talking about it for a month. She got our 12-year-old son to listen, and now the two of them are going at it, like those damned lobster creatures from that Steven King book . . .