Another half-serious, half-jokey album by Brooklyn parodists MOPDTK, this time aimed at the promising target of "smooth jazz".
Of course, the music is too lazily conceived to really address the subject, contenting itself with the usual free-jazz thrash that works well live but is hell in your living room. There are some neat semi-grooves and the droll sleeve notes raise a smile, but, take note, guys: "Breezin'" and "Mr Magic" are works of genius compared with this.
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