11 Songs, 40 Minutes

EDITORS’ NOTES

Still think grime’s grand breakthrough will ultimately lead to softened commercialisation? Consider this debut from London generals 67 your brooding, unapologetically hard-edged corrective. Taking cues from trap, British road rap and Chicago drill, this six-strong crew rattle through rugged stash house bars (“Guwop”), and bouncing, darkly comic hymns to their new lobster-devouring lives (“Saucy”). They’re capable of a curveball (“Money Spree” brings a celebratory two-step vibe) but this is an exhilarating, uncut blast of street swagger.

EDITORS’ NOTES

Still think grime’s grand breakthrough will ultimately lead to softened commercialisation? Consider this debut from London generals 67 your brooding, unapologetically hard-edged corrective. Taking cues from trap, British road rap and Chicago drill, this six-strong crew rattle through rugged stash house bars (“Guwop”), and bouncing, darkly comic hymns to their new lobster-devouring lives (“Saucy”). They’re capable of a curveball (“Money Spree” brings a celebratory two-step vibe) but this is an exhilarating, uncut blast of street swagger.

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