So go and bring a beat machine but don't forget your shovel

Bound to be the best album of the year that includes the lyric "pop that twat" in a chorus, DJ Quik and Kurupt's BlaQKout is so perfectly suited to being played loud in the summer that it's making previous summers feel retrospectively incomplete.

Forreal tho, Quik is really magnificent here. Pretty much every beat here sounds really inspired. Wonderful surprises lie around every corner (the guitar runs on "Fuck Yall", the future-funk insanity of "Jupiter's Critic and the Mind of Mars") and, though Kurupt's rhymes are a lil' eh sometimes, this is my favorite rap record of the year so far.

Cop that shit.