“Manchester, are you ready to cause some carnage?” asks Tyron Frampton, AKA Slowthai. Rapper and audience alike have waited a year for him to tour his No 1 second album, Tyron, and soon turn the space into a sea of air-punching and rap-a-longs, although it’s a challenge to get near the 27-year-old’s trademark part-gruff, part-jittery delivery.
His raw, unfiltered energy tipped into leery behaviour at the 2020 NME awards (referenced on Cancelled) which he will have learned from, but here he is every inch the roguish scamp with an audience eating from his hand. “The Guardian are here reviewing us,” he sniggers, momentarily turning this publication into pantomime villain. “Let’s give them a real review.”
