It's an excellent idea on paper but, echoing its predecessor, the resultant tracks are often less than compelling. House-jungle crossbreed "1234" is the requisite vocal number, though if we're making comparisons, the Ragga Twins' rowdy patter feels a little ponderous compared to Spikey Tee's acerbic performance on Ghosts highlight "Manabadman." "Ghetto Blast" is a southern rap-rave monster, its distended halftime beat harried by acrid blasts of rave-spray. It's smart, as transatlantic mongrels go, but pretty fatiguing on the ear.
The title track bears all the trappings of ragga jungle—crusty sampled patois, digi-sirens, flatulent dub bassline—but gets stuck in some sort of 150 BPM holding pattern. Eventually some breakbeats show up, but they sit soft-edged and low in the mix, as if Pritchard forgot to flick off the safety on his Akai. It's not until "Soundboy Fuck Off" that we achieve lift-off. Its metallic hits and gun-cocks recall Jam City's post-grime constructs, but Pritchard plugs the gaps with masterful breakbeat choppage and glutinous rave stabs. The result is, as the cliché goes, both highly contemporary and joyously retro—fortunately it's a banger, too.