Holy shit, you know its going to be a good week if there’s a new Tipper release. This dude has been at state-of-the-art level for so many years, some of these West Coast Bass music clowns actually panned this record. Not to be hyperbolic, but when confronted with middling reviews of this album, it occurred to me that if you have Tipper-fatigue, that’s akin to having blowjob-fatigue. Which is to say, I’m really fucking sorry for you–I GUESS–and is this really a problem?!

Just listen to this stuff and be glad we still live in a world with Tipper in it (even if everything else is hot garbage).