Petestrumentals 2 conjures memories of BBQ cookouts and 70s Blaxploitation scores, rattling summer jeep cruises and blunted Jamaican vacations. There's a gorgeous requiem to Dilla ("Dilla Bounce (R.I.P)," where the originator pays tribute to the prodigy. You see the full range of Rock's gifts on display: the meticulously chopped horns, unquantized drums, and air raid sirens. It contains the emotion of a thousand eulogies. No record can't be resurrected. There's no sub-genre or era that can't be converted into Rock's singular brand of soul. His music is the closest thing we'll ever get to a time-traveling DeLorean, effortlessly shifting between past, present, and future.