Kanye West is everywhere. And it's a bit worrying. Because if you make declarations about "hip-hop's future being dependent on my new album" wouldn't you be better off spending more time fiddling around to make sure it's actually pretty shit-hot rather than producing, guesting and messing around on everyone else's record?

Even despite help from our lord and saviour Mr. West, Go isn't going to save anything, and is a bit of a disappointment. Actually, someone as dexterous a lyricist as Common being reduced to predictable lascivious verses detailing sweaty trysts with 'daughters of pastors'' over production which, whilst glossy and silky is devoid of the kind of innovation Kanye is known for, is hugely disappointing.

It's pleasant enough slice of summery rap, but just a bit meandering. A bit lazy. A bit phoned-in. Which leaves you with the overriding impression of two hip-hop heavyweights punching way beneath their weight.