After the Fugees rewrote rap, Wyclef was poised to be the groups most promising member. An impressive solo debut seemed to confirm this, but a mediocre follow-up clouded the outlook. Now this. Masquerades first half teems with Clefs lame shout-outs to the street (PJs, 80 Bars), but that shit is gold compared with the Puff Daddyesque reworking of the prom-night perennial Oh What a Night or his take on Tom Jones warbler Whats New Pussycat? By the time he drags out the reggae cover of Knockin on Heavens Door, you wont know whether to laugh or weep.