Blunt's fucked folk/R&B sketchbook from 2013 gets a limited vinyl run (420 copies). At its best, the world-weary simplicity of the thing - rarely more than three or four elements in play at any one time - is mesmerising, and man gets a lot of mileage out those rambling vocal takes, schlocky string loops, and (more or less) pre-set drum programs. It laid important groundwork for Babyfather and Fake Rolex and, unfortunately, Blue Iverson, but has stood the test of time in and of itself. It's no masterpiece, and of course at times it takes the piss, but it's never boring, and there are a few moments of genuine delight - 'Two''s synthesis of hip-hop gothic and Napoleon Cherry-style bossa-pop especially. In the end, you can't knock it.