A potent wave of righteous fury crashes through this ambitious fourth album from Akala. The evils of the world may be manifold and multiform, but the north London rapper and producer manages to tackle a good many of them in under an hour, starting on the opening track with our sense of powerlessness to effect change. From there, he berates bankers, imperialists, third-world dictators and the clergy, and provides a caustic history of black slavery on Maangamizi. Nuance is sometimes sacrificed for theatrical effect, particularly on the title track, but Akala's intricate flow is so engaging it rarely matters.