There's no questioning the fact that UK hiphop is 'the voice of the streets' -- I mean in the UK. But I'm sure it's been that way for longer than three years, something the compilers here don't want to admit, innit? The packaging makes this record seem like a long-time retrospective of British rap culture, not a best-of-the-UK-backpack-sound from 03 to 06, excluding anything grime. However misleading, there are bangers -- including a Herbaliser knocker, layered moments of introspection from Doc Brown, Foreign Beggars and Skinnyman, T. J. Chill's horny horns and punch-drunk organs, and Brit-hop weirdo Roots Manuva's verbal whirlwind. Disc two is the Richy Pitch mix, a DJ-rearranged offering of the songs on disc one that makes no sense to me.