Context - I've been listening to UK Hip Hop since the late 80's (Hijack, Blade, Silver Bullet et al) and I believe, admittedly a little conceitedly, that I know what I'm talking about when discussing British rap talent. It's very simple, Kate Tempest is the real deal. This girl has got it all; flow combined with rhythm and the ease at which the lyrics tumble from her lips is very Nas-esque. She rhymes with confidence, comfortable in her surroundings and seemingly not all phased by the fact that she is a very ordinary looking, white skinned girl emersed in what is traditionally pigeon-holed as 'black urban music'. And before hackles start rising; I've never had a problem with white rappers (male or female) and I don't think white rappers should ever apologise for being white and being a rapper. Lets move on. Many rappers can huff and puff, spit out metaphors and posture, wear silly dark glasses in darkened venues and charmingly bounce around the Jonathan Ross show but Kate's ability to deliver a story and paint a picture in your mind with wit and subtlety is truly amazing, her gift. Her accent, urban London, doesn't grate on your ears in the manner of a BBC 1XTRA radio presenter. Production wise the album is solid, there are one or two occassions of over production, strange moody synths occasionally stab and flirt with Kate's vocal as though the producer wants to signal his presence in the studio. But this album is about Kate, not the producer. I'd like to say that Kate could break America but she won't...not without Calvin Harris and Jonathan Ross. Where she goes from here nobody knows but I know this; Kate Tempest is arguably one of the finest rappers this country has ever produced.