Album Review: Diddy - Dirty Money - Last Train To Paris (Polydor)
He has all the steez of a shopfloor dummy
From swimming in a massive pile of money to his nutso turn in [i]Get Him To The Greek[/i] via text-pesting the drummer out of [a]Arctic Monkeys[/a], [b]Sean ‘Diddy’ Coombs[/b] is our kind of madman. But get him near a mic and suddenly he has all the steez of a shopfloor dummy. Which is why [a]Diddy – Dirty Money[/a] — his project with Bad Boy protégés [b]Dawn Richard[/b] and [b]Kalenna Harper[/b] — is the perfect showcase for his surprisingly spiffy new record. The chilly Euro-house stylings may be a mite predictable but [b]Diddy[/b] proves a generous curator, laying on blockbuster exhibits and atmospheric slow jamz alike in the greatest cast-of-millions hip-hop joint since, well, [b]Kanye[/b]’s latest.
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8 out of 10