![]() ![]() “I got a black BM / She got a white TT / She want to see what’s hiding / In my CK briefs,” he raps endearingly on Miami 2 Ibiza. But on the bulk of the album, there’s a deep division between the plucky South London rapper’s contributions and the lashings of over-produced dreck that his producers lavish upon him.Įssentially Tinie’s a cheeky lad who wants the world and if he can’t have the world, then some cars and girls will certainly do. Unlike many rap albums, it’s not overlong – no 20-track indulgences or spoken word tributes to one’s maker here – and sustains its energy throughout.Ī few dancefloor-oriented tracks (Miami 2 Ibiza, Wonderman) make up the best moments, with the harsh, kinetic electro-grime providing the perfect backdrop to Tinie’s fruity, Dizzee-esque squawking. He’s clearly had a lot of help from every jobbing guest vocalist and producer on the block, and as a result it’s a slick piece of work. Tinie Tempah‘s debut is an expensive-sounding, meticulously produced mixture of rap, grime, electro and soul. But no: here comes another London rhymester who’s more likely to be allowed into the ball pool at a Wacky Warehouse than onto the Nemesis at Alton Towers. Dizzee, Dappy, Tinchy, Chipmunk: you’d think that the market for pint-sized purveyors of chart-friendly grime was well and truly saturated by now.
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