The Neptunes Present ... Clones (Star Trax) Star producers Pharrell Williams and Chad Hugo may well be looked upon in a few years as the Crockett and Tubs of pop, but for now they exert the sort of grip on the music industry that McDonald's has on fast food. Unlike their culinary counterparts, however, you could never accuse them of simply churning out tired, tried and tested tat. Their magnetic talents have turned hip-hop's stagnant streams into thrillingly white waters - pardon the pun. Had Depeche Mode, Stevie Wonder and A Tribe Called Quest formed a band and signed up for moonwalking lessons from old Wacko himself, they might well have sounded like this. Marrying arid funk to artificial bleeps and sirens, each track gleams like a pair of box-fresh trainers. Busta Rhymes celebrates the female derriere from his private space capsule on Light Your A** On Fire, while the brilliantly named Rosco P. Coldchain's Hot sounds like Grand Master Flash going backwards. Elsewhere there's even time for gimpish college-rock to come good with Spy Mob's Half Steering, while Snoop Dog, Jay-Z, Nas, Kelis and Nelly up the A-list ante with top honours. The highlight? The triumphant return of the artist/lunatic formerly known as Ol' Dirty Bastard. Fresh out of a three-year jail sentence, Dirt McGirt is the name, 'catching bitches like trout' is the game. You'll be hooked.