We’re getting nostalgia for music there was never supposed to be nostalgia for. Yesterday, UK road rap revivalist Teebofg hopped on the beat for 50 Cent’s “I Get Money,” which has been a time-to-switch-the-station earsore in my life for almost two decades. The other day I was listening to a bouyon mix when a shiver went down my spine: Lucky and Miimii were flipping Wiz Khalifa’s “We Dem Boyz,” which I remember more as the moment I realized Wiz was #washed. Similarly, if you threw Twentythree’s “Oh Wow” on an early 2010s DJ Mustard playlist, nobody would blink an eye. Back in the day me and my friends cracked so many jokes on the L.A. producer’s rigid template, but hey, the song is pretty sick. The trembling bass mixed with faded talk-raps (somewhere between fakemink’s blurry party reports and SoundCloud-era Nav’s fame-hungry melodrama) feels like listening to Mustard’s pop-rap formula from inside the club bathroom. Dialing up the energy are hypnotic clap-chants that sound ripped from Hip Hop Harry dance circles and an OVO “6” tag that grounds the song as some Toronto shit. He gets a pass.