In which three Atlanta car-shop kids score a big moshing, novelty hip-hop hit about partying like rock stars, a fantasy that primarily concerns golfing with Ozzy and repeatedly chanting "t-t-t-totally dude!" like Jeff Spicoli. Their debut album, seemingly too tossed-off to ever lose its Field Mob-style sense of fun, features plenty of gratifyingly good-natured shout-and-fight boisterousness, a pinch of eerie reminiscence about their Bowens Homes 'hood, some heavily wah-wahed funk-metal that could be Fishbone in 1985 and assorted oddball snippets. In two obligatory inoffensive crunk'n'b slowdowns girls even get mentioned. But give or take the smash single and its well-earned clones "Totally Dude" and "Rockstar Mentality," the most spirited moments concern the Shop Boyz' obvious true love. "My Car," spare and wobbly, dreams of Mazeratis, and the entirely unexpected early Beach Boys imitation "Rollin" appropriately documents a '64 Chevy. —Chuck Eddy