There are times when someone decides that an album deserves plaudits, laurel 
wreaths and all round backslapping because it's an auspicious debut recorded 
without the help of some guy with a ponytail in a big office. Well, far be it for me to pooh-pooh such laudatory behaviour but surely history tells us 
that you can count your chickens far too early? Whither Roni Size these days? 
The real joy to be found in a hand-tooled album like this is imagining what its 
siblings could turn out to be like if its creators are just left to get on with 
it.
And what a funky little curio this album is? Blessed with a running time 
polite enough to not overstay its welcome, it cuts a meandering swathe through a 
whole plethora of styles. The overall vibe is one of laid back summer ambience 
sprinkled with surreal lyrics that hint at a some definite herbal assistance.
Punchbag
This Town
Sunshine
Sweet Like A Champion

 









