"I'm a child of the soil/ I was born in the ghetto/ Where the gangstas roll by and then gunshot echo" is, perhaps, not the most welcoming of opening couplets, but at least you know where you stand with "the Jamaican MIA". Throughout Lynn's debut, there are electro-pop beats, hard-hitting lyrics and all manner of attention-grabbing blips and bleeps. What there's not, at any point, is the melodic counterpart of a bassline or two. Or maybe it's me who's missing something.
Pick of the Album: The title track is a sort of gangsta 'Wordy Rappinghood'