I know, but hear me out. Fergie and her humps are nowhere to be seen on this album. That’s not necessarily a dig on Fergie, and honestly I don’t know if it has anything to do with it, but the sound is much different without her. They’re back to the original three, and they’ve gone from big pop hooks back to the old school fusion of funk, soul, hip hop and rhymes. Killer rhymes. Killer beats. Killer melodies. Killer cameos by guys like Nas, Slick Rick and a couple female artists that bring some serious talent. Cover to cover this thing bounces and grooves its way through so many good tracks. I’ve had this one on repeat in my car for a week.