Bleep

Dizzee is now 32, he earned himself a Mercury Prize at the age of 19, was part of the Roll Deep crew, got stabbed six times, toured with The Prodigy, won Best British Male at the 30th Brits Awards, opened up doors for basically any MC that came after him, inspired generations of youths, and now - Raskit.

It's quite obvious, and let's say it, understandable - that Dizzee has stopped giving a f***. He's been involved in music since he was 16, pioneered the grime scene and changed it forever (drop I Luv U at any party/anywhere and get everyone skanking in 0.2 seconds), then went mainstream, and then gracefully evolved into this 3rd phase of I-don't-give-a-f-anymore Dizzee. It's not grime, it's not EDM - with Raskit he's carved his own new path of sharp, cutting, hard and brutally honest sounds of a man that just wants to be let alone to push his high-energy & extremely-addictive sonic rants.

Raskit clearly shows that Dizzee was able to keep up with times (and his status) - minimal sometimes electronic, sometimes trill-ish beats consistently accompany his let-me-get-this-off-my-chest lyrics throughout the entirety of his sixth studio album, proof of the winning challenge of an artist that's been around as long as grime has ('Wot u gonna do when your fans don't care, 'cause they're all grown up and they all moved on?') - see 'Ghost's jungle influences to understand the context of Dizzee's taste.

So just give the man 'three feet and an ounce of space' - we think he deserved it.