We gave it a C-
The Neptunes try to squeak by — literally — with another twitchy, noisome party jam of generic keyboard detritus. But more than the boring blips and digitized James Brown hiccups, it’s rapper Coldchain’s cacophonous, cocaine-focused rhymes that ruin this one. At least fellow Pharrell affiliates the Clipse, for all their kingpin claims, are clever. With Coldchain, expect no style, no substance, just abuse.