Christion are the only modern-day coolies with enough game to be invited to the Player's Ball, and the only new kids who could out-mack Goldie and earn the title SuperDuperFly. Without ignoring the date on today's calendar, Christion roll back the pages to the era of blaxploitation films, Curtis Mayfield, mellow Soul and Marvin Gaye. While not getting lost in the hazy retro reminiscing about it all, they nonetheless have the rare ability to fill songs with smoothed-out falsettos, keyboards masquerading as strings, weighty bass that drops and settles like sediment, and floating wahs that echo until they fade. When you start to worry that the whole thing's got its head screwed on backwards and is myopically staring at the past, they give you a blast from the present with a dusting of here-and-now hip-hop and Neo-Soul.