Defiant as ever, Rob B draws out cautionary politics from his smog bubble as large brasses and pouncing strings pepper an action-packed yet leisurely-paced march. ‘First Love’ wants to go the whole chipmunk-soul route, but wimps out when it comes to making the rodents totally squeak, an eccentric grieving of new blues, electric guitars and plastic fanfares.
3 Out Of 5
Reviewed By: Matt Oliver