Illusion is noticeably unfettered from the sort of repetitive rhythmic loyalty that would pigeonhole it in any one dance subgenre, and that makes for a collection of songs with the potential to pull in audiences of all varieties. But the wide array of rhythmic interplay on Illusion is more often ruthlessly hammered out than it is subtly nuanced, making it difficult to seriously consider the group's bid as innovators of futuristic electronic soul music. On a tune such as "Wind," the booming Miami bass that plugs away under Gina Rene's vocals takes away more than it adds to the overall mood of the song (and Yee's jagged scratching doesn't help matters). Rene's limited vocal ability really can't carry the album, either, and it's hard to avoid thinking of her as a pale imitation of Sade. It certainly wouldn't hurt Caldwell and Rene to take note of the delicacy found on records like Sade's Love Deluxe. While it might not take them into platinum-selling territory, it would make for a more soothing listen.