I was all set to review the new Streets album in a hilarious mock-gangsta street style â âyo yo, oi oi oi, donât touch meâ and the like – and stuck it in my bad ass sound system. But whoa there – A Grand Donât Come For Free ainât no wack job (sorry – Iâll stop now).
Following the success of Original Pirate Material, described in Vice mag as âthe next evolutionary leap for British urban musicâ, the pressure was on and this album delivers. Featuring contributions from Waney G and C-Mone, the story that follows on throughout the 11 tracks is loaded with raw honesty accompanied with some really sound backings ensuring a quality listen throughout the album. Whilst Mike Skinnerâs Birmingham twang is not typically heartwarming, the tracks, including âCould Well Be In and Dry Your Eyesâ are tuneful enough to distract your ears away from his unfortunate Brumminess. Though not the Shakespeare generally portrayed, Skinners lyrics do âtell it like it isâ, and are so true and easy to identify with its not even funny â âits hard enough remembering my opinions without remembering my reasons for themâ. âFit But You Know Itâ is the well-known single and while itâs a high-quality track it doesnât quite embody this top album. Following a tour in the US with Dizzee Rascal, The Streets are playing at the Reading and Leeds festivals and if their new offering is anything to go by these live gigs should be wicked. Word.