The two-fingered salute used to be an offensive gesture.  Now however, our society and culture have moved to such a point where you could almost give your Mum this symbol as a mark of respect. Unfortunately Two Fingers seem to hail from the former time, where parents told their kids not to associate with those who smoked cigarettes or said ‘naughty words’. As such, they’ve managed to produce a hip hop album that fails to live up to any of the usual stereotypes: there’s no ‘we’re gonna make this world a better place through love’ lyrics, bar at a stretch in What Do You Know; there’s little talk of whores and bitches, other than That Girl, a song about girls who drop too many pills; and there’s no talk of guns, knives and drive-bys.

So is this album vaguely interesting?  Lyrically, I’m afraid to say no.  There are a few interesting moments on Keman Rhythm where their Brazilian-influenced instrumentals meet grimey electronica, and the sitar melody in Jewels and Gems overshadows more meaningless rhymes.  However I’m sorry to say that overall Two Fingers just needs more edge, drama, passion, and well, balls.