The Freestyle Fellowship is a crew of L.A. rhymers who have never been enamored enough of their own dicks to be interested in gangsta rap. The group’s 1993 release, Innercity Griots, was (along with the Pharcyde’s 1992 Bizarre Ride II The Pharcyde) a West Coast anomaly, the brainchild of four bohos who, fittingly enough, cut their teeth freestyling at a South Central health-food store. The follow-up, To Whom It May Concern…, took six years, long enough for hiphop to go pop and the underground to return whence it came. But the time off barely shows. The concerns on Concern are more existential than economic, and the four rappers (Aceyalone, Mikah 9, P.E.A.C.E., and Self Jupiter) earn your attention without demanding it. Aceyalone’s the freakiest stylist; his gourmet affection for words that end in “ee,” “y,” or “ie” is contagious, and I wouldn’t doubt that he’s still breathing hard from the tear he recorded for “My Fantasy,” in which he gleefully seems to rhyme every word with the one that came before it. But the album isn’t just a flow show. On “7th Seal,” Mikah’s high-pitched monotone is cut with abstract turntable squiggles and trance-y reminders that revolution is imminent. The group interplay on “Convolutions” is less striking than the Miles Davis track shape-shifting in the background. And the silky bass groove driving “Jupiter’s Journey” is so laid-back that when Self Jupiter gets to the word “intermission” he takes one. If only the time between the Fellowship’s records were as brief. —Brett Anderson