From a purely musical point of view this album is fantastic. Collaborations with names like Swedish House Mafia, Kelly Rowland and Ellie Gouldberg ensure that it sounds original and multi-faceted.
While remaining a hip-hop album tracks ‘Pass Out’ and ‘Frisky’ move flawlessly to drum n bass, whereas ‘Miami 2 Ibiza’ flaunts what Swedish House Mafia do best.
The influence of Ellie Goulding in ‘Wonderman’ sums up the most melodic side to Disc-Overy, with ‘Let Go’ also embracing a more guitar based rock style.
Unfortunately Mr. Tempah’s lyrics let this album down indescribably. We’ve all heard the clichéd ramblings of singles like ‘Pass Out’, with its rehashing of that done-to-death tune about having lots of dosh.
Be prepared for inspired lines like “I grew out of the dirt like a vegetable”, “I’m fire… don’t listen to doubt it’s a liar… don’t be Mrs. Doubtfire” and my favourite “ravin’ with the freshers” which, as we all know, is an oxymoron. Three Jagerbombs and a Tinie Tempah gig at freshers are as far as you can get from a rave without going for tea at your Nan’s house.
Tinie also seems to have an unhealthy obsession with his mother; she’s mentioned at least once in every song between tracks one and four. This led me to believe that he either ran out of new things to sing about or this is some kind of Freudian slip.
Tinie Tempah is a talented rapper but his sometimes ridiculous, often incoherent lyrics just don’t do the music the justice it deserves.