My Way is a hypertext jigsaw reverie not unlike Matmos taking a razor to FM radio, inviting Prefuse 73, Herbert and the Avalanches over to lend a hand, and asking Larry Levan and Basement Jaxx to give it the once over. Some people make head music, right? And others orient theirs toward the rump? Well, Leclair unites these alienated anatomical regions in a glorious celebration of ass/mind synthesis. Witness "Skidoos," wherein a synth blur Pet Shop Boys would pine for gathers dust under a bass-merger of Luomo and Bootsy Collins. Or "Jeep Sex," whence James Gang's "Funk 49" and AM-grade harmonica skitter pebble-like atop a leftover Paradise Garage bass line. It's a pop-house mind-fuck, the likes of which I've never heard. Plunder-house has never sounded so cheeky. Or so good.
Alexis Georgopoulos -- From URB Magazine