Since the start of the ‘10s, Kae Tempest has blurred the distinction between poetry and rap: The Londoner mixes spoken-word verses with battering electronic noises, landing on a style indebted equally to W.H. Auden and the Wu-Tang Clan. Their thought-provoking vignettes explore juvenile delinquency (“Ketamine For Breakfast,” the harrowing story of a young runaway, scored by dinky synths) and political turmoil (the poetic “Europe Is Lost,” a tale of fear and loathing relayed over a chugging guitar). Their blunt, streetwise flow on tracks like “Circles,” meanwhile, marks them as a spiritual successor to The Streets' Mike Skinner.