‘Cian’t Hear It’ by Elliphant
A much more sober affair than the sublimely bonkers ‘Tekknoscene’, but still pretty out-there, with rubbery bass subs bouncing off her heavily Jamaican-accented babble (note: she’s from Stockholm), while lo-fi samples bark up a warped version of dancehall wind and grind (pronounced Jamaicanly: waaynd an’ graaynd). It’s as if the offspring of M.I.A and Rhianna decided to only work the 2am underground circuit in Peckham.
But in spite of, or most likely because of, her nonsensical lyrical flow (Can someone please decode the line: “I’m like a finger up your arse now while I’m glass stumblin’”!?!), it has an uncanny charm all its own. She sums up her own curiously infectious appeal best in one of the song’s few explicable lines; “Don’t know what to do, but I do it and I burst”.