Tipping the cap to the sounds he loved growing up--the guitars of Montgomery, Green and Burrell as heard from his perch in Detroit, Napoleon has paid too may dues to manqué it up now. Ignoring the jazz police who thought this bunch was too commercial and didn't always give them the proper respect, Napoleon just lets fly. Even at the easiest moments he's asking what's so bad about feeling good? Whether laying back or playing with break neck speed, he doesn't have to hide out in anyone's shadow when he can deliver the goods so succinctly. Well done.