“Wow”. Not my word but the word of none other than Chuck D. on hearing the debut album by British singer and poet Kate Tempest. Indeed the album was something of a revelation on release. Tempest's gritty street words on prostitution and drug addiction blending uniquely with Dan Carey's lively and inventive production leading to the album being nominated for a Mercury prize in 2014.
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“English rapper - Brian to review” said the post-it. I could not correlate the picture of the sad Dickensian person on the sleeve with those ominous words. I thought it had fallen off something else. Kate Tempest is indeed an English rapper and a bloody good one at that. Street tough, personable and electric with a cheeky, homely South London tomboy flow; her last decade of hanging around the hip-hop community has led her from tentative fame as a spoken word artist and poet to this tactile and inventive collection of horizontal electro-hop and succinct urban lyricism.
Her rhymes are easily the match, if not finer than the boys such as early, celebrated Mike Skinner and King Krule. She also recalls the imp-like mischievousness of Micachu and prime Lady Sovereign (pre-fame burn out). This great record displays many feelings via a vista-scanning tower-block bedroom vibe, a recurrent yearning romanticism and a most affecting futuristic melancholy, all at various different junctures on the journey - for it is one of those marvellous records that stays fresh until the very end - yet on countless tracks also exhibits this mischievous bounce and playfulness as a genuinely balanced counterpoint.
As a British hip-hop album you will get plenty o’ pure future soul, deep R&B swing, sharp, spooky electro-grooves (and that searching icy feel that opens and closes the set) for your money here. I am incredibly taken with the appropriately named Kate Tempest and her cracking collection of astute socially observant rhymes and warm, eclectic rhythms today. A pretty consistent delight….
Don't delay...give Big Dada and Kate your money.
8/10 Mex Mexico 16th October 2014
Then there is a knocking on the door
Beccy rubs her eyes
What could it be?
It looks like Postman Louis has the Kate Tempest LP
She smiles and shuts the door
Inspects her rewards
Another quick delivery
From her friend called Norman Records
She sticks it on the turn table
Clears the Shellac LP
Beccy’s quite excited
How good could this be?
Beats, but no harmonica
Flow like the she means it
Beccy likes it quite a bit
And it tells a story, a good one not told poorly
A story she can relate to
As well as one to gyrate to
But before she knows it its all through
The baby needs to wake up that say’s true
So she gets the baby up
Puts her on the ground
Sticks the record on again
The baby’s dancing round
The baby’s seeming happy
Bus she needs to change her nappy
So she flicks it over one more time
And the baby says her first word ‘grime’
And for one moment
Beccy forgets all her troubles
This one simple record
Is popping like bubbles
She downloads the MP3
Her enjoyment doubles
She sees the thing around her
Like the telescope at Hubbles
But Beccy’s got to go to work
And turns the record off
But the record will stay with her
To her brain it is a moth.
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