LA-based label Anticon has, since its emergence in the late 90s, been a haven for hip-hop nonconformists who enjoy taking the genre apart and reassembling it in disorienting, frustrating, thrillingly odd ways. These recent signings, an Edinburgh trio with links to West Africa (and to UK label Big Dada), honour the Anticon sound while nudging it in more accessible directions. Yes, there are murky drones and bleeps and plenty of gnomic pronouncements, but there are lingering melodies, too, and choruses that soar through the thick clouds of fuzz blanketing the album. The balance between pop and experimentalism is very fine but Young Fathers strike it with exuberant ease.