Everyone knows a new Swollen album is an easier dis than a Glitter sequel or a Nicole Richie single with a K-Fed cameo. At least, that became the case post-Heavy (Battle Axe, 03), which dropped right as BC's warlock/sorcerer-obsessed rap duo were achieving oversaturation with their Much-approved sound, dually influenced by carnival music and 50s-era toothpaste jingles, apparently. But here, Madchild and Prevail reverse their mythical war hammers and pry deep nails from their career coffin. Hard as it is to admit, Black Magic is a successful return to the dark form that won them the underground fan base they'd eventually betray. Meaning dope beats, solid rhymes (bonus: they've mostly outgrown the juvenile dragon-slaying themes) and unprecedented cross-border connects like the Alchemist, Everlast, two-thirds of Dilated Peoples, Casual, Mr. Vegas and (how the fuck?) Ghostface Killah. Except on the Heavy-leftoverish Kemo jam Pressure, once your knee's done jerking reflexively to the Swollen name, you'll find your head nodding of its own accord.