132 minutes. ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY TWO MINUTES. As 2Pac would say - FML. This may be, as a critic opines, "a thug life version of 'The Wall'" but really honestly - there has to be a line between creativity and ego somewhere, surely? I assumed the second disc would be extra tracks or whatever, but oh no - Tupac has a lot to tell us.

It does not sound awful though, on first listen. The little piano loops sound dated now - too much Eminem along the way has ground down any curiosity they may once have had. And I guess by this point the guest vocalists, special verses, etc had become de rigeur. But after a few tracks they all just seem to blend into one, without much to really make any of them stand out. It feels, sadly, very safe.

Let's take a potted (no pun intended) tour though. Here is Snoop Doggy Dogg suggesting he and 2Pac are '2 of Amerikaz most wanted.' Did somebody say Just Eat? Only God Can Judge Me sounds bittersweet when you know how the Tupac story ends, but in truth, you have to wonder how God would judge Tupac - perhaps slightly more harshly than the dude is aware.

When California Love does come, it sounds bloated, tweaked by too much coke, and ultimately a bit like Barney Stinson trying to impress his black dad. Put the vocoder away, man. And yet listen to the original version on the Greatest Hits and it is a thing of great beauty. An anthem to LA up there with Under the Bridge and California Dreamin'.

Perhaps there's a reason I never really listened to Tupac. I think I expected slightly more. A curious legacy, very much of its time, which appears to have had only a very limited effect on what has come after it. A moment captured in time. A very sweary C86.