Speedy and effortless like the Lootpack's Soundpieces: Da Antidote!, Madvillainy's 22 tracks, most of which clock in at two minutes or less, bustle and bubble with sugary funk loops. Some of these songs are pure trash talk. On "America's Most Blunted," he shouts out to Lord Quas, "Who we nominated for the best to roll L's/And they wondered how he dealt with stress so well." Others indulge his patented formula for snarky narratives and knee-slapping punch lines. "Told ya, on some get rich shit/As he gets older he gets colder than a witch's tit," he rhymes on "Figaro" as he deftly slips into the third person.
Madvillainy has a fizzy charm and sounds like a fun romp. Concurrently, Madlib and MF Doom's sonic bum rush leaves little to remember but a flurry of well-honed musical techniques and hastily collated beats and rhymes. But the memory of its impact lingers long afterward.