Live hip-hop fronted by the larynx-straining rhymes of pocket dynamo Kate Tempest, whose performance is as big a revelation as discovering Nancy Cartwright’s day job for the first time. The London funk punch of Ferry Lawrenson and Archie Marsh play a safe hand for the majority, with an inevitably barnstorming crescendo bringing the house down and rushing the spotlight.
7/10
Words by MATT OLIVER
