The H-Bomb EP

Funky drum break slams like '80s UK hip-hop used to insist on, when any mic-wrecking was done as a time trial, plattered by Styly Cee for the unfailingly physical Cappo to rush and stick up.

Both the fist-flying funk of the snare-wrecking Tell Them (there’s a jot of Caveman’s I’m Ready in there but with a 2008 booster of 80% proof) and the Jimi Hendrix-quipping axe swings of Time Will Tell, with its Edan-like spirit of giving golden oldness rock hard reinforcement (remember, dope always lies in the drums), loop up horn and guitar sections with shattering directness. On the face of it Cee is paying nostalgic tribute to purer-coloured times (the fact this comes delivered on vinyl is also an indication of really keeping it real), but say, as opposed to the playfulness of DJ Format, he’s doing so with f-you fury.

Cappo – like “Toejam and Earl on the beat” and dropping like “Crystal Meth in the flesh” - is precisely the one not to stand on sentiment, daring you to make this your ringtone disposed for the back of the bus. Though he may dodge hooks in his squaring up against foes (choruses to swing from not really being part of his game anyway), the Notts marksman takes stock of his turbo-blurting tallies and the old fashion adage of practise making perfect (including feeling comfortable in not making every line rhyme without dumbing down), to alter opposition’s status to rubble-in-waiting.

With that riddle-ready flow piledriving words into order, Unwritten Rule is more break-sampling, flame-throwing pressure, this time with Styly sneaking out sinister traces of all not being well from beyond the sleep. Already a master in the dark arts with the likes of Gilgamesh And 15-10 to his name, Cappo gives his scythe an extra coating of Mr Sheen to the tune of supernatural winds making claret run cold, on a soundtrack to when trick-or-treating becomes less a game and more a bloodsport. Son’s favourites sons are slaying with some flavour here.