I'm still not totally sold on the Streets, aka Mike Skinner, who does have a unique and honest perspective, funny lines and an entertaining way of relating the downtown London middle-class existence. But his intense whiny Cockney (which thrives on the harmonized sung choruses) can be a bit exhausting, and the shiny, stuttery nu-Brithop beats don't exactly rub me the right way, nor do the gooey mainstream-aimed R&B bits. All this holds true for his third release as he deals in that oh-so-the-Streets way with relationships (again) and being a celebrity (the concept of When You Wasn't Famous is right brilliant, that). That said, it's clear that Skinner has worked on his flow a lot. He sounds less loosely conversational and more bound to the rhythm, e.g., his swingy pattern on Memento Mori.