Dizzee Rascal mentor and producer steps out from behind the desk in a hail of media hype to give us this slice of "urban/garage/two step... wot u call it". Surprise surprise it's not an acoustic ballad about peace ‘n' harmony, more a jokey playful poke at the confusion over the genre war of garage, two-step, urban, etc.
A veteran of the London underground pirate radio scene, Wiley's history has been linked with jungle, drum and bass. This shows through but doesn't dominate this frenetic mash of beats that's not a million miles from Dizzee's style. This is "eski" beats though - sub-zero, edgy, and speaker-frying with minimal production, a rolling bass and a cartoon-ish melody bouncing over the top.
This is an unpretentious debut with British accents and the real sound of inner city life as opposed to the fake bling bling of Big Brovaz. Beyond the media debate of "council chic garage" MC Pitman, GoldieLookin'Chain, Fierce Girls etc. this looks like an early contender for the "urban/garage/two step... wot u call it" eski beats single of the year.