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
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