I heard the future of hip-hop on the radio this week. On Album 88 to be specific. And the future of hip-hop hails from Great Britain. (Chorus from the peanut gallery, “oh shit, he’s typing drunk again, gotten his countries all confused, and it’s only 4:30 in the afternoon.”) That is not a misprint, the illest MC in a long time comes from London’s east end. I highly recommend checking out Dizzee Rascal. Writing a review is more effort than I am willing to make, so read a British review of Dizzee Rascal, or a Dizzee Rascal review from an American perspective.