Press releases and fashion mags will undoubtedly trumpet "SexyBack" as a triumph of chisel over pudge, the soundtrack to your daily routine of knocking out sets and knocking down Ultras with the opposite bods, but don't believe it. Fat dudes make jams, and twerps sing like angels. "SexyBack" is pretty much TimbaLake post-whatever-they're-doing, snorting Metabolite and soul-surfing with dingbats. It's a fully greased and lubed pose on the nose of a neon green longboard in the Wave Cove at Raging Waters, bereft of all the previously delirious discomfort of a pencil-necked white boy cloning another pencil-necked sorta-white boy over nü-funk symphonies courtesy of one fat Virginian.