This is not a headphones album. It is not a notice that there‘s a new lyrical wunderkind in town. So what is it? Some West Coast bumpage for slumpin‘ in a lowered car filled with enough subwoofers to handle the overpowering low-end. Over 20 tracks there‘s no new ground broken, but there‘s plenty of window-rattling bass-wide-open 808s and the kind of synth bass tones that are dominating West Coast hip-hop. If you‘ve had your head in the clouds of late, it‘s time for you to come back down to the turf and enjoy some good old-fashioned big-time bumps. Mr. Spade could be just what the doctor ordered.