Big Boi Is Not Too Artsy  "It's like being on a real label
again." Courtesy Def Jam  Big Boi's Sir Lucious Left Foot: The
Son of Chico Dusty is out this week. Seriously. You can hear it
and buy it and everything. For nearly four years, that sentence
has scanned as science fiction, with the deified Atlanta rapper
and OutKast co-founder—who, alongside his flamboyant cohort
André 3000, has sold millions of records and topped dozens of
critics' polls—plagued by delay after delay, leaked track after
leaked track, locked in a prolonged creative-differences battle
with his then-label, Jive, that never seemed to make sense given
his stature and track record. He deserved better, and so did his
increasingly impatient legions of fans.  Finally, earlier this
year, he split from Jive and jumped to the evidently far more
receptive Def Jam, which let him finish Sir Lucious in relative
peace. The resulting, mercifully final product is, as you might
have suspected all along, fantastic, by turns triumphant,
defiant, and gleefu