It’s important not to judge an album named ‘Discovery’ by high end hip hop’s standards. Illmatic this is not, but as a pop record tuned into today’s teenage tastes it’s as effective as Get Rich or Die Trying was to the Bebo generation. Cleverly pitched at those who should know better as well as those who shouldn’t, Disc-overy plays out as a dot-to-dot of fantasy night-time engagements punctuated by ravey synths and dirty tongue twisters. After Miami 2 Ibiza, the noise of would be jetsetters ‘surrounded by some bunnies...’ has drowned out grumpy old blogger eulogies for UK urban ‘...and it aint even Easter.’ You were having so much fun you barely noticed you ordered a VK.