WHO IS HE? Ascendant British rapper Tyron Frampton, whose stage name supposedly comes from a childhood speech impediment that he certainly seems to have outgrown.
WHAT IS THIS? His dark, disturbing and demented debut full-length after a series of attention-getting singles (six of which are included in the deluxe edition).
WHAT DOES IT SOUND LIKE? The latest disaffected, too-smart-for-his-own-good youth taking the piss out of contemporary British society — and following in the Doc Marten footprints of everyone from John Lydon and Keith Flint to The Streets and Dizzee Rascal.
HOW SHOULD I LISTEN TO IT? While drinking Guinness with that friend who went to London on holiday once and came back with an accent.
WHAT 10 WORDS DESCRIBE IT? Cheeky, iconoclastic, raw, rude, lewd, punky, unvarnished, political, manic, rebellious.
WHAT ARE THE BEST SONGS? The off-kilter title cut outlines his manifesto; the clanging, punk-inspired Doorman recalls Sleaford Mods; Peace of Mind has a desperate energy.
WHAT WILL MY FRIENDS AND FAMILY THINK? That his mushmouthed enunciation, thick Northampton accent and rapid-fire delivery make him virtually indecipherable.
HOW OFTEN WILL I LISTEN TO THIS? More than often enough to get past his enunciation, accent and delivery.
IF THIS ALBUM WERE A PIE, WHAT KIND OF PIE WOULD IT BE? Steak and kidney. With a side of psychedelics.
SHOULD I BUY, STREAM OR STEAL? Well, he apparently performs in his underwear, so I suspect he could use the money.
