Ah yes, the mouse, the mask, the mystery behind the mastery. When these two clandestine creatures get together something magical happens, like when you feed Mogwai after midnight. You should be familiar with the two men behind The Mouse and the Mask by now, and if not, come out of your cave for a second and read - left to right, back and forth, all the way down. MF Doom supplies the rhymes and reasons, Danger Mouse furnishes unbeatable beats and yes, when they hook up we get a happy little collab called Danger Doom. MF Doom is the voice rapping about food once again, but keeps you on your toes with crazy shit like, "In the role of public opinion it earned a minor frown," and "donkey punch me"- that could very well be the gnarliest rap line ever. Donkey punching is gruesome. Again the Beauty and the Beats come courtesy or the most rad rodent in rap - Danger Mouse. Though the Mouse is still riding high and dining in style on the strength of Gorillaz, Demon Days, I think his work here is naturally smoother, since there was no British egomaniac lurking over his shoulder the whole time.

The origins and guarded secrets of Danger Mouse's beat making skills are locked away at the base of the Himalayas and protected 24/7 by the baddest ninja squad imaginable. His music lair probably resembles that of a larger version of the Ark and the Covenant from Indiana Jones. Those who have tried to steal the secrets are said to immediately evacuate their bowels at the mere sight of this font of unbridled fury. Most are lost into babbling madness - usually dispatched like a horse with a broken leg.

Samples abound, which doesn't surprise me. What bothers me is that most of the cartoon voices and punchlines seem almost too prefabricated. It's like they just brought all the voices from the Cartoon Network in and sat them down with a script and told them, "All right guys now this is what we're looking for." Missed on this album is the tireless and in-depth, archive-digging sample-collecting spirit that the two are famous for. I guess after you've made your mark, the idea of holing-up in the Cartoon Network archives for months didn't sound very exciting. All I'm saying is that they should've gotten samples from real, actual episodes rather than a bunch of produced, in the studio voice-overs. I think there are some "real" quotable episodes on the album but not enough to make me not bitch about it (insert equally witty and sarcastic stab at me here).

"I-Sofa-king-we-todd-ed." I remember that riddle back in sixth grade. It was funny then for the first thousand times but after that it's like seeing the soda can on its side-balancing trick…not that cool. Oh shit son is dat Ghostface I hear on "The Mask," track number three? Yes it is, catching "the blast from a hype verse." He's repping the Clan hard, and by the way the Clan is not dead - fuckers. Also Talib Kweli and Cee-lo lend their own cornucopia of vocal permutations on a couple of tracks. Starting at "Benzie Box" is where shit gets busy. This song has a variety of blips, tings and goofy Atari sound effects. But according to Master Shake, "It's all bells and whistles." The Hunger Force is heard the most on the album for reasons unknown, with Sealab 2021 and Harvey Birdman seeing the least amount of attention. With all this added exposure on the Cartoon Network and the Danger Doom duo, you'll soon be able to spit Doom lines and Adult Swim favorite episodes with every Carson Daly cock sucker to fat coffee shop chicks from here to the moon. Once this album goes nuclear the exponential popularity growth will be staggering. Expect lunch boxes and wristbands soon. The Mooninite anthem, "Vats of Urine" has an epic section of cipher from 1:02-1:33. Finally some shit talking gets taken care of. If you want something like, "Throw yo pimp hand up if you be ballin'!" then get the fuck out of here and go spin your collection of "Now that's what I call music Vol.1-86" until you die. "Stocky, short and cocky, looked like Apollo Creed after he fought with Rocky." If this shit doesn't get a main stage at Coachella this year then fuck it all.