Although they build a pulsing pastiche out of frizzy funk, swinger lounge, Hitsville sunshine, Jamaican house, psychedelic rock, chunky breakbeats and a whole lot of Latin riffs (is that a reverse looped Santana solo on "Sexy," and are those horn blasts on "Hands Up" copped from I Love Lucy?), the Peas remember the physics lessons of their SoCal breakdancing schooling: Keep the beats supple and solid, keep the flow keyed to the body -- and the mind will follow. They even take cameos by Papa Roach and Justin Timberlake and make them sound, well, heavy. And though Elephunk primarily preaches a get-down gospel, it doesn't waste time on logo-rapping or stilted soap-boxing. The conscious vision of "The Apl Song" -- a hymn to the nightmares and dreams of ghetto-life -- and the single "Where Is the Love" -- a sweeping, symphonic meditation on peace -- remind us that, transformed by the Black Eyed Peas' imagination, boogie and beatitude just might be a single truth.
(The Black Eyed Peas also perform for free at 1 p.m. on Saturday at the U. City Vintage Vinyl.)