When Mobb Deep are wheelchair-bound, denture-wearing has-beens, will they still bore us with scowling boasts about their supposed homicidal tendencies? Bet on it.
FLO RIDA FEAT. KESHA
The lesson for middling MCs is clear: Resurrect an '80s chart classic, save yourself from cultural irrelevance. The only surprise here is that nightclubs are (apparently) as freaky as Usher and R. Kelly have always insisted they were.
"Message from Ghostface"
The Wu's Michael Jordan has some words of consolation for all the battered, underappreciated Rihannas out there: "You got your health, teeth, no black eyes/Been through a lot/Men beatin' you, and you still fly." Protect ya necks, indeed.
"Backwards Down the Number Line (Live)"
Even if Phish aren't your bag, "Line"—the first new tune in eons from these reuniting jam-band titans—is worth a listen for its unwavering-resilience-in-the-face-of-adversities take on friendship.
These secretive Englishmen—who call themselves Operatives A & B—get their macabre jollies from gently cryptic, spoken-word post-rock. Whether or not the widowed protagonist of "Crease" really sees dead people is a question that lingers, uncomfortably, after the pealing tonal wheels and curt monotone poetry cut out.