Ah, grime. Remember grime? (Or garage? Whatever.) The U.K.-based hip-hop subgenre was gonna change everything the same way U.K.-based electronica—hallelujah hollaback, Prodigy!—was going to steamroll rock-rap back in 1997. Didn't happen, but at least we got Lady Sovereign out of the deal: a pint-sized she-MC with a razor-tongued flow and the questionable fashion sense of a teenager—which made sense, because she was a teenager. She had absolutely nothing to say, but on '06 debut Public Warning, she said it in a way that was exhilarating to behold. Sov's sugared-up, filthy rhymes didn't exactly bum-rush the charts, so it's not surprising that sequel Jigzaw finds her more or less taming that Tasmanian Devil whiplash, communicating in a style that's by and large conversational and a bit—wha?—flirtatious. In short, she wants to be a pop star now. Why not? With Chester French and Hollywood Holt. All ages.
Sat., May 16, 5 p.m., 2009