Once the one-man electro-rap band of Chris Touchton (XBXRX, KIT), Oakland's Da Hawnay Troof has evolved into a collective consisting of pretty much everyone who's down with his O.P.P. party. On the fuck fest that is Get Up! Resolution: Love, dubbed his full-length debut despite clocking in at a mere 15 minutes, the barely legal Touchton is joined by a slew of impressive guests including Stereo Total, Bratmobile's Allison Wolfe, and Matmos's M.C. Schmidt and Drew Daniel. The result is more of the same-but-better laptop beats and cock-crazed couplets found on last spring's EP Who Likes Ta?

With this album, the pinched-voiced Touchton still has no intentions of beating around the, uh, bush. Over thin synth action recalling a rinky-dink boombox hybrid of Har Mar Superstar and Gravy Train!!!!, he forgoes foreplay altogether so he can get off ASAP on songs with hard-to-misinterpret titles such as "All I Want Is Yr Clit" and "Dry Hump 2002." And though things can get gimmicky and monotonous after the umpteenth genital reference (see also: Peaches), ultimately the disc comes off like the sort of pervertedly fun party music that should inspire listeners to wave their hands – and dicks and tits – in the air like they just don't care. (Jimmy Draper)

Feenom Circle
The Pawn Shop (Melatone)

Feenom Circle aren't gritty, and their rhymes are virtually devoid of three-syllable words. Although MC Oatmeal, Rawj, and Side B emulate the glacial swagger of West Coast gangsta rap and the bookish iconoclasm of Def Jux and Living Legends, they don't fit into either scene. Then again, I think that's the point.

The Pawn Shop is a solid EP-length third release from the group whose last album, Souled Separately, received accolades for its chilled-out beats. Like Souled, The Pawn Shop offers a series of boom-bap lounge ballads, kicking off with the vanilla numbers "Frisco Disco" and "F-Sharp." The album improves as it moves along, ending with the trippy, dark-side-of-the-moon title track. Feenom's beats definitely outpace their lyrics: "Frisco Disco" is a droopy song about being the wallflower at a San Francisco club, and "A Train" uses urban transit as a metaphor for modernity and alienation – standard train symbolism, minus the smokestacks and slag heaps. But if you scrutinize Feenom's rhymes too hard, you're going down the wrong road.