British street-poetry gets off with 70s Philly soul in a West Yorkshire bus station. The smart mouth fables of Matt Abbott are spat though a gob full of chippy teas and a pint of bitter round the back of your nan’s local bingo hall. Spoken word songs about everyday situations, Abbott’s speciality is low-rent tales of dating and fighting, red lipstick and snogging down by the seaside. Uncannily memorable, chirpy, cheeky, loveable sensitive-geezer soul-rap ditties at their finest.