Black Eyed Peas

Brace yourselves, pop fans. The Black Eyed Peas are about to be everywhere, and the BEP backlash will be just as ubiquitous. How can anyone resist attacking a band that's so shamelessly rehashed the elements of their big commercial breakthrough, Elephunk, and compounded the offense by pulling a P. Diddy and enlisting A-list rock collaborators like Sting and Jack Johnson to throw rehashes of their own work into the rehash stew? Where, oh where -- the detractors will cry -- is the originality? Where is the love?

But here's why the Peas are about to be everywhere, and why the backlash won't stick: Note for note and track for track, Monkey Business is a flat-out great pop record, as good or better than its predecessor. Yes, nearly every track features high-profile guests and/or samples earlier songs, but so what? The Peas' poppy brand of hip-hop has always been based in part on reinventing other people's music ("Walk This Way," anyone? P.M. Dawn? The Fugees?), and the fact is, they do it better than any other act on the scene right now, and with such sheer musical gusto that it's hard to accuse them of just cynically ripping off their influences.

This is why Dick Dale's "Misirlou" works as the backdrop to an old-school party rap anthem, from Dale's unmistakable surf guitar riff to that wailing mariachi horn. It's why listening to James Brown cop his own "Soul Power" groove on "They Don't Want Music" is so much fun, especially when the Godfather takes a much-welcome swipe at the tuneless "boom-boom-boom" of most current hip-hop. It's why even the "Pass the Dutchie/Walk Like an Egyptian" mashup that is "Dum Diddly" comes across more as homage than as blatant rip-off. Listening to Monkey Business is like seeing a great band in concert that isn't afraid to tip its own musical influences, and has fun letting its audience in on the "where have I heard that riff before?" game.

Okay, it is telling that this time around, Justin Timberlake sings about style rather than love on his guest spot (on the Timbaland-produced "My Style," which is a great song even if JT's presence is negligible). There's very little here of substance, as the Peas' old-school positivity threatens to get washed away at times under a tidal wave of party-hearty raps and low-brow silliness (Exhibit A: the brilliantly sophomoric "My Humps," on which Fergie sings about her "lovely lady lumps"...no, really). But let will.i.am and company have their fun. At least they're not dropping F-bombs in every verse and praising the virtues of the Almighty Bling. In an age of vapidly tuneless teen pop and mean-spirited hip-hop, the Black Eyed Peas' continued pursuit of musical world domination isn't a sellout -- it's a mission of mercy. - Andy Hermann

Hip-hop artists with commercial aspirations need never appear pandering to their audience, since a tough, defiant stance -- aka keeping it real -- is exactly what will draw in most crossover listeners anyway. Nevertheless, the Black Eyed Peas quickly embraced the pop world after the surprising success of third album Elephunk, and only continued their repositioning as a mainstream act with 2005's Monkey Business. That focus is immediately clear on the opener, "Pump It Up," where they gladly welcome listeners on a track whose sample -- Dick Dale's "Misirlou," already ubiquitous before it appeared in Pulp Fiction -- has to replace "I'll Be Missing You" or "Walk This Way" as the most conspicuous case of an unmissable rock riff being used on a rap track. With the Wal-Mart audience safely in tow, the group moves on to motivate its hip-hop base by reaching for every trick in the grab bag of contemporary urban music. "Disco Club" is a serviceable re-creation of Cassidy's "Hotel," and the group's newest member, Fergie, tucks into the hyper-sexual Kelis/Ciara archetype on "My Humps." Unlike Elephunk, the Justin Timberlake feature here ("My Style") is placed early in the program, and it's bolstered by a Timbaland production. Most of the tracks on Monkey Business are the same type of party rap singalongs that Black Eyed Peas made their name with in the past. Other than "Disco Club," the best is "Feel It," a rare production by the group's apl.de.ap that has the streamlined sound and detailed production of the hits off Elephunk. At the very tail end of the disc, where Timblerlake was slotted previously, there's one brief glance at their socially conscious past -- "Union," featuring Sting and Branford Marsalis, which floats the usual bromides about peace and equality. Monkey Business might sell just as well, or better, than Elephunk, but what the group made sound effortless in the past sounds labored and canned here. ~ John Bush, All Music Guide