Download New Album: Slowthai – Nothing Great About Britain
Slowthai comes through with a brand new smashing hot and dope studio album, packed with 17 amazing and solid tracks entitled “Nothing Great About Britain“. The UK is currently teeming with hot new rappers, but it doesn’t take a genius to work out how 24-year-old Tyron Frampton has attracted attention amid the post-Skepta, post-Stormzy deluge. In the serried ranks of young British MCs, he cuts a very anomalous figure. He certainly isn’t the only rapper for whom music represented an escape from a miserable-sounding life on a stigmatised council estate, but he may be the only one whose shift was inspired by both some kind of psychedelically enhanced epiphany and exposure to Radiohead’s Creep. His live shows have garnered huge interest, as well they might, given that he seems to regularly perform clad in nothing but his underpants and prepares for shows by donning boxing gloves and beating himself around the head.
He reps, as they say, not for south or east London, but Northampton, a town that resident Alan Moore – apparently an acquaintance of Frampton’s – has called “the centre of the universe” but has thus far been ignored in the capital-centric world of UK rap. “Yeah man, I’m a cobbler,” he spits on his debut album, which presumably constitutes hip-hop’s first shoutout for League Two strivers Northampton Town FC, before going on to mention the Spring Boroughs estate and the suburb of Moulton among Gorgeous’s litany of youthful misdemeanours. As an artist, Frampton’s background rests in hardcore punk shows rather than pirate radio. You can tell: amid the guest appearances from Skepta and Drake-approved grime artist Jaykae – neither of whom, it’s worth noting, overshadow the star turn – Nothing Great About Britain features Doorman, a track that boasts a puglistic bass-guitar riff not unlike that of the Stooges’ I Wanna Be Your Dog and a sample of a news report about that great bugbear of the era of gobbing and safety pins, glue sniffing. The rest of the album cleaves to a more straightforward musical template – its beats flecked with the influence of grime – but the sound is trebly, lo-fi and menacing, reaching a kind of crescendo on Missing, where a backing based around an off-centre guitar part grows gradually more queasy and ominous, boosted by disorientating samples of choral vocals and a tinny organ that recalls Ghost Town by the Specials, a band whose defiantly provincial take on urban strife provides one of Slowthai’s touchstones. Another is self-styled electronic punks the Prodigy, whose late frontman Keith Flint is clearly an influence on Frampton’s big-eyed on-screen persona and who, he claims on Nothing Great About Britain, “made me. Meanwhile, the cover of Nothing Great About Britain – Frampton naked, chained in a set of stocks outside the estate where he was born, grinning maniacally – carries a faint echo of the famous 1977 photo of Johnny Rotten, crucified on a makeshift cross, leering at the camera. Mentioning the Sex Pistols in the same breath as a young artist is right up there with referring to someone as “the new Dylan” in the damning-by-association stakes, but it isn’t the only way in which Frampton invites the comparison. On Peace of Mind, a track bisected by a vehicle reversing alarm, he namedrops Sid Vicious. The most obvious likeness in his vocal delivery is Dizzee Rascal’s edge-of-panic yelp, but there’s a distinct hint of John Lydon’s contemptuous sneer as well. Nothing Great About Britain’s title track concludes with Frampton adopting a faux-aristocratic accent and muttering “I will treat you with the utmost respect only if you respect me a little bit Elizabeth, you cunt”, which certainly ups the ante a bit on calling her a moron or suggesting she ain’t no human being: the video for the track concludes with a rousing chorus of God Save the Queen. The album’s vision of Britain in 2019 is compelling, potent and profoundly grim: divided, wildly unequal, the far right a fact of daily life rather than a fringe (among tea-drinking and curry-munching, in the album’s evocations of Britishness, lurk the EDL, “real English boys, St George’s flag, Doc Marten boys”). He’s clearly prepared to play with loaded imagery in a confrontational way – consternation was caused when Frampton took to waving a Union flag around on stage – and there’s an obvious state-of-the-nation aspect to Nothing Great About Britain. But to paint Frampton as just an unflinching chronicler of the times feels slightly reductive, not least because it ignores how funny he can be. This is the kind of song(s) you wouldn’t want to miss on your playlist.
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