"Stand up," yell the Ying Yang Twins on "Halftime." Their keyborg horn section is about as real as OJ's kneecaps but still jukes the band. It crunk-calls the sousaphone and taps the ghost of late Miami Bass producer Eric "Speakerhead" Griffin, who in '89 tricked the brass-monkey horns into his sampler and knocked the timpani senseless. Ying Yang go throat-for-note with a trombone slide. Your suspension must have what orthopedic surgeons call "elastoviscosity" to step smurfly with an elephant-sneeze tuba on your back. So by the half, instruments get dropped with the bass. An 808 sine wave on roller skates tears through the drumhead and the beat goes quad commando, the kick hot on the snare's booty all the way down the sidelines and into the end zone to wiggle it like White Shoes Johnson.