Let's stop looking for the hip-hop records that are useful, utilitarian in any kind of predictable way. Instead of the club bangers, let's seek out those 12s that'll stop the dancefloor on a dime, that'll freeze the club in liquid nitrogen and then start swinging a hammer about. The lurid, slo-mo, heavy-tronica 'Gucci Sweatshirt' is crunk for robots, dance-music for replicants, the bump-n-grind of malfunctioning gears and machinery. Love this unreservedly for how it REFUSES to fit. Like propa hip-hop shouldn't.