N.E.R.D.
Fly or Die

Pump up the volume Baby, pump up the volume, Baby!!!
Turn it up to the top until the walls of your room shake!
A guitar-bass-drums lineup advancing like a train in my stereo, inundating my neurosensory centers like a progressive adrenaline rush.
The Neptunes are back! And they didn't return with a CD but with a bomb to explode at full volume inside our ears.
Funk, rap, hip-hop, afro and rock that not even the best bartender of the "Milano da bere" could have mixed so well.
The "nettuni" (Pharrell Willialms and Chad Hugo), R’n’B producers of planetary fame, along with their friend Shay, present themselves under the acronym N.E.R.D. (No one Ever Really Dies) for their second album that, from the first notes of "Don’t Worry About It," starts with drums (never heard with such a well-recorded sound) and a guitar that will not part; here Andrew Coleman plays his six-string as if he were the most inspired Lenny Kravitz, although truthfully he will contribute guitar work in "Maybe".
You don't make peace with this album until track number six, that "Breakout" which turns from a pop song into funk after a minute only to stretch into nu-punk rhythms like Smashmouth and back. While with "Wonderful Place," they wink at the most choral moments of the latest Outkast, evidently the three Grammys and a slew of sold CDs have broken into the new "black" wave.
A truly powerful, inspired album for happy people, indebted to so much great music of the past that it might become (perhaps) a cornerstone for the black sounds of the future, in short, an album with neurons dancing.
Listening to all of "Fly or Die" brings to mind the Lenny Kravitz of the first two albums, the "real" Prince of Minneapolis, Michael Jackson and his four brothers, the entire "classic" English africanized school, Funkadelic, Santana, and even some Hendrixian guitar lines.
Ultimately, for those who loved "The Love Below" by Outkast, here is the "mean" version.
P.S.: the "doctor" recommends listening at very high volume.