Like Plan B last year, here's the most recent english candidate for spokesperson of the younger generations. Musically he's not so futuristic as Plan B, preferring to insert more traditional genres like folk, blues, reggae or rockabilly in his raw pop vision, but the way he mixes all his references is intriguing, to say the least. And then there's his voice, half-singing-half-rapping, with a very british I-don't-give-a-fuck insolent accent and his tales of decadence, rudeness, urban poetry, humour, daily routine, drunkeness, London pubs and sex, using words as weapons of mass destruction. And, in case you don't identify with his attitude, at least you have to admire the fierceness of it all (there are not many albums starting with the words "fucking croissant!" shouted loud, right?). Truth to be told, somewhere in the middle the album seems to slightly lose its otherwise strong inspiration and can get a bit tiring to listen to if you're not in the right mood, but those are small details, as "Panic Prevention" does have some moments that are pure genius. My personal vote goes to "Salvador", "If You Got The Money", "Alicia Quays" and the uber-catchy "Calm Down Dearest", songs of the sort that can save a day. (7,5/10)
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