Languid, lifeless, and generic.

While the drop in adrenaline has left room for some good ideas, they’re not fleshed out well enough, and with the lack of a single flat-out rocker, there’s nothing to get excited or exhilarated over.

There’s hardly an honest word on In My Mind; any sane listener’s bullshit meter should red-line after about fifteen minutes of it’s textured repulsiveness.

Like many comedy albums, it delivers initial laughs, with few surprises for continual listening.

The Others are one of the worst bands I have heard in a long, long time.

This album is 80% total shite.

Do you have any idea how dull it is listening to someone being calm and content?

On his few appearances on “The Re-Up,” Em sounds completely lost, grasping for a new subject for his roving mind, or even for a reason to keep rapping.

Don't bother.

His music has lost a large degree of the vitality that it once held.

“Wires” does grow in stature with familiarity through radio exposure, and “Trading Air” could easily have the same kind of airplay success, but I can’t understand the mindset of anyone who’d want to play them over and over again when so many other, more exciting and intriguing things exist.

Mos Def sounds positively lifeless and distant.

Serving as nothing more than a temporary diversion or side note to his fully realised work, this is worth a cursory listen for the insight alone.