After a slightly creaky start, Skepta’s first album in seven years takes shape as a mature reflection on legacy from an icon of UK grime and a face of modern Britain.
The band’s 10th album is a shocking and largely impressive reinvention that’s also the loosest they’ve sounded in decades.
The former Bearface of Brockhampton emerges for a solo album of slouchy bedroom pop-soul whose cramped pileup of influences guards a promising sensitivity.
On its third album, the dream-doom duo continues to tip the scales of its sound towards psychedelia, with a cowboy jazz record dotted with references to its creators’ metal roots.