At the close of one of the most forgettable musical summers in recent memory, most clones were fawning over some superduo asking them to (needlessly) watch a throne; this while 401Ks tumbled into the sewer and global markets behaved more mercurially than Capitol Hill during the Debt Ceiling debacle. A few fiefdoms away from rap's so-called palatial estate, a less-heralded triumvirate dropped a mystifying little opus entitled Greneberg.