The New Danger is a Frankenstein of an album, pieced together from the remains of Mos' soul/funk band, Black Jack Johnson, warmed-over mixtape freestyles and a few frustratingly good raps. Black Jack Johnson shows promise. Unlike most MCs, Mos can actually sing (sit down, Ja Rule), and it doesn't hurt to have funk greats like drummer Will Calhoun and Funkadelic's Bernie Worell on keyboards. At its best, on songs like "The Beggar," BJJ does sound like the organic Brooklyn interpretation of Andre 3000's Dirty South sound. At its worst, as on the end of "War," Mos yells about some bullshit, and the guitars are crunchy and heavy. Limp Bizkit comparisons are unavoidable. Mos Def can still rhyme, as he does on the Chapelle's Show-previewed "Close Edge" or "Grown Man Business." But only on the (of course) Kanye West-produced "Sunshine" does the old Mos show up, the one who penned the classic bars of Black Star's "Respiration." The New Danger is Mos Def's breaking point: unfocused, weird and uninteresting.