THIS Brighton duo are an increasingly huge mainstream proposition, but for the life of me I can’t understand why.
As rappers they’re severely limited at best, and that’s before we even get to the lyrics, which are loaded with cultural references and shallow humour, all of which comes across as plain juvenile.
The pair may claim they’ve matured, but this second album shows next to no signs of progress; its mildly catchy and perennially-upbeat nature can’t compensate for the incessant, irritating exterior.
At times, Roaring 20s is so rudimentary it sounds like hip-hop for children, to the point that the occasional expletives sound bizarrely misplaced. Poor. 4/10. AW