I’ve just got back from two weeks in Sicily and much as the combination of Mediterranean sun and extra virgin olive oil is good for the skin, there are only so many Latin-tinged power ballads blasted through a tinny beach-hut stereo that a man can take. So I was glad to get back to London and find the new Skepta album Greatest Hits on my doormat.
It's not like 2003 when we'd religiously tape Rinse FM, pay over the odds for poorly-pressed Ruff Sqwad vinyls and wonder how soon it would be before DaVinChe got his call to produce for 50 Cent, but in other ways it's been a decent year for grime. The holy trinity of Dizzee, Wiley and Kano have all released quality albums, Bizzle's taken the fight to the indie kids, Trim and Tinchy are keeping busy, there's been plenty of dubstep crossover chestplate business, and then there's this guy Skepta.
