Scuttling, prize-fighter-in-training menace and pre-apocalypse beats think Canibus 2000BC and Kamachis own Cult Status, all holy string throngs and doom-predicting pianos practising on the punchbag. The bitter battles pushing the trife life, other than Voodoo Doll letting chicken heads know What’s up, are nothing that hasn’t been heard before, so its the four degrees of grizzled separation between CK, Charon Don, Reef TLC and State Store that sparks Candles, passing round their poison of choice from the kerb and getting thug punchlines to dig into your funny bone while laying down their law.
3 Out Of 5
Reviewed By: Matt Oliver
