In 2002 this witty, motor-mouthed chav produced a triumph out of boredom and real-life attitude set to garage grooves. Four years later, the MC s third album proves he s left that world behind. He spends his time rapping about £250,000 promo budgets, sn

In 2002 this witty, motor-mouthed chav produced a triumph out of boredom and 'real-life' attitude set to garage grooves.

Four years later, the MC's third album proves he's left that world behind.

He spends his time rapping about £250,000 promo budgets, snorting cocaine, sleeping with celebrities, spread-betting and - even in the title - moaning about being famous.

Skinner seems to have lost his previous penmanship; his expressions of love, disappointment, confusion, etc, are stifled beneath sub-GCSE language and shedloads of swearing.

The rhyming is good but timing often sounds awkward, and the backing to his spewed broods is sharper, harsher, but much less commercial. For garage fans only. 2/5