For some post-Streets reason 679 seem to have taken it on themselves to document the minutae of Chav-estate life. This might be close to self-parody but it seems heartfelt and smartly offsets a hard lyric about your mother’s crack-head boyfriend with a really sweet production. There’s some bold lines – ‘My mama loves a crackhead, is that what I’m supposed to tell my friends’ – gentle acoustic guitar and beats that sound like vintage streetsoul (Omar and all that). There’s also a nice bit of play with Hall and Oates ‘I Can’t Go For That’. Possibly annoying but also a grower – and maybe even a hit in some twisted version of this universe.
4 Out Of 5
Reviewed By: Tony Marcus