India’s sensory overload of color and cultures , when described by writers like Salman Rushide, is living and dynamic, not just foreign and exotic. As the Beat Konducta, Madlib concocted a similarly organic combination on this new album, grafting together gritty slum beats, snippets of obscure dialogue, the regal sounds of Bollywood choirs, and mystical percussion. On “Indian Deli,” the static-filled beats crackle like samosas dropped in hot oil, then an earthy flute sample drifts by like a spice-filled aroma. Sampling Indian music is nothing new, but it’s rarely as unencumbered by clichés as it is here. While Madlib’s brief and eclectic sketches of the subcontinent’s music can be a mixed bag, they’re never one-dimensional.