James d'Apice, Journalist

It’s worth checking out Sarm for the Nebs. It’s worth buying Sarm for the Sarm.

Wolf is as close as we’ve heard to a fulfillment of Tyler’s promise. He’s abandoned most of the silly theatrics and learned to find value in the little things.

Having spent some time with this album, we think we’re happier in The Man’s Orwellian nightmare world than we would be in whatever Bryte’s alternative might be.

Diplo, now the only ‘real’ Lazer left after Switch’s departure in 2011, has come up with a masterpiece here. Let’s hope the third is not so delayed.

The Tongue’s defining feature is his courage. As a younger man he entered MC battles dressed as Osama Bin Laden.

This is more of that Fort Street magic, it seems. Those school reunions must be pretty special.

Frak’s confidence and charisma invite you to fall into his world. If only we could call it ‘real’.

With this album, they have squeezed every ounce from their spare moments and emerged with a gem.

Perhaps his dimness is his genius. Without it, maybe, we wouldn’t have albums like this. And that would be a tragedy. Wonderful stuff.

The Game’s very desperation for recognition has made that recognition impossible.