What will be the butcher's bill of metrosexualized hip-hop after all the credit card and child-support debts are tallied up? Jimmy Edgar embodies that genre with pedicured and indoor-tanned style over substance. His excursions as Kristuit Salu and Morris Nightingale brilliantly explored microwave-damaged glitch-hop, but Bounce is just too safe. Edgar takes Playboy Channel groove-jazz and stutters each melody and beat to create an autistic bump 'n' grind. The results have a glaring coolness with cologne-ad synths and harmonies that fetishize unisex bodysuits. This music verges on clichÈ, but it's faboulous what a dab of mousse and facial cream can hide.