This is a three-ring wonderment of words, visions and tempos. There are no safety nets, no animals, but plenty of imaginative and insistent raps and tales for grooving and even chilling. Plus fascinating sound effects and anecdotal rants, like a movie short waiting to be born.

"This Track" sets the mood, part reflection, part perception, with bounce. "Tonight" is a river of words and thoughts, at a pace that is both rap and rhythm, with rubber-band pliability. Curiosity and intensity prevail on a couple of other cuts that embrace imagined and experienced vignettes, boasting passion, precision and perception. Go to www.myspace.com/soulkitchenrecords for lyrics; you'll them need to fully appreciate and dissect Sypert/iNTREPID's intentions. He speaks a language that is robust and right-on in "Dreamcatcher," with child voices inserted for a reality-bending element; it's like finding your inner soul and yes, even childhood.

A vintage family photo of the singer, with his grandparents and sister on Miller Street, circa 1952, explains the title — that's the street in the capital district, extending to Punchbowl, where he once lived. Musically, this is eloquent blues in a pop vein, with reflections on growing up, friendship, family and love.

The opening track, "Local Boy," is a declaration of his 'aina — sort of a calling card about where his roots are — and subsequent tunes, both vocals and instrumentals, provide snapshots of his recent and distant past. "Rock My Blues Away" is a solid declaration of where his heart is, musically speaking. And "Waves" (with sounds of the lapping surf) explores Conlan's mana'o while — what else? — surfing. What the CD lacks is some data on where Conlan has been, with lyrics that might explain his wandering life. His Web site (www.michaelconlan.com) fills in some blanks.