Plan B End Credits
It seems Plan B is on top of his game, performing at a world class level, making it look easy to do what he does. But how did this young man get to become an accessory to the industries wired enterprise of bursting out UK grime, one disk after the other like some kind of tennis ball machine. All we can say is that this white rapper has made a name for him-self amongst the ranks of some of the most eclectic home-grown names, he has immersed like a pill, popping hot bars and fresh beats, subsiding in the pit of our stomachs. But what we notice immediately is that he has raw talent, he is like a kaleidoscope, in that he is an extremely versatile person, in the sense that he can sing, rap and play musical instruments. But the thread of unrestrained talent does not end with a full stop just there; he is an extremely talented actor as well as directing his own film, which debuted as an instant favourite amongst the teens and young adults.
So his stardom is inflamed like an ulcer, which is something we see and can tangibly feel, but this time is not an annoyance, but something pleasurable. But pain is something which this artist is able to display through his extremely emotional, evocative scenes, which reflect an urban gritty dialect of the untamed street. He has soul it seems, which he translates like a prologue to, what we can perhaps abstract from his raw talent to be, his rough upbringing. So he’s a got an artistic swag about him, something that carry’s him, and he wears his hood, because his hood is the only thing he has once everything has shot up into smokes. But don’t be fooled by his rough demeanour he is extremely sensitive because he can demonstrate not one blind emotion, but unfolding emotions which carry weight through the script that becomes his enterprise like a vessel. So we can say Plan B pictures his life as enterprise.
Something about this artist reminds us of other artists, who are in a similar league. His debut album ‘Who needs actions when you got words’, which struck a chord within people, made us reflect, and then think again. His song ‘Praying’ was an instant hit, taking the airwaves by popular demand. Everywhere you went this song was aired like an epithet to this man’s powerful proverb, emancipating the industry from its stronghold on urban grime, which is shackled in restrictive monosyllabic beats and rhymes.
His singing was impressive to say the least, where he demonstrated his vocal range, and showed us a tender part of his rough outlook, and demeanour. We instantly are hit by a scene in prison, a riot erupts, and the guards are outnumbered, it seems classic, but he was able to pull this off. Something of a distinctly intrepid venture, in transfixing, and altering the prisoners into dancers; the violence is extremely experimental, and shows that special effects are unnecessary where violence is supposed to be a means to an end but Plan B somehow displaces it with something expressive and meaningful.
His second debut album came out like a wildfire spreading through the industry. The name immediately brings us to silence, anticipating what this limerick could mean; the truth is that the mind of the rapper’s eye is almost transposed and embodied in the name. Therefore, ‘The defamation of Strickland Bank’s’, makes us think this could be hot. And then… suddenly out of nowhere a song which represents something intrinsically psychological, ‘End Credits’. This makes us begin to spiral into thought, which is almost something like a virus, contagious, and Plan B, incites something of a plan to conspire against the industries contained hooks, into something spectacularly insane, but psychologically in control all the time.
His new film ‘IlL MAnør is anticipated with much hunger from the critics of the industry, ready to feast their eyes, and enthral their senses to breaking point. From what I’ve heard it’s a must see, read the article about the film on guestlist.net, and watch the film itself, at Cinema’s everywhere.
Juan Miguel Rivas