Like Handbook for the Apocalypse, Cold Flow is a bastard child of some weird Keith Jarrett/electronica tryst. You can’t dance to it (although you could probably striptease to it if you were in the zone). I recommend smoking a spliff and watching old PBS videos of sea turtles while you groove on jazzy numbers like “Floating Buterfly in the River Nile” and “Unity Gain.” Despite its cool synergy of DJ scratches and stand-up bass, this album would give your average hip-hop head a case of smooth jazz-itis. I started itching for an MC or spoken word poet around the sixth track.