Tom Scott isn't a household name yet in the rap game, but this album might just make him one. The live instrumentation and In A Silent Way-esque jazz atmosphere crossed with Scott's snappy flow is infectious (to put it mildly). Whilst coming across as autobiographical to an extent, the lofty synthesis of Avantdale Bowling Club's approach is reminiscent of Kendrick Lamar's efforts around To Pimp A Butterfly...but honestly, I think this album crushes that lauded release where it counts. Personally affecting yet socially observant, this may be (in Tom's own words) "irrelevant jazz from an island nation off the coast of Antarctica.", but that doesn't mean it isn't damn good. Keep your ears on New Zealand my friends: there's some serious lyrical and compositional powers beginning to stir there.