IT has been less than a year since Ghostpoet graced the Rescue Rooms but plenty's changed since that Metronomy support slot in April. Obaro Ejimiwe, the rapper commonly known as Ghostpoet, has done enough to headline his own tour, not least a Mercury Prize nomination for his debut album Peanut Butter Blues and Melancholy Jam.

And the crowd at the Goldsmith Street venue were left haunted by his fusion of social commentary and electronics.

Guns, girls and bling aren't on Ghostpoet's hymn sheet. Instead his frustrations of urban life, backed by just his laptop, reverberated throughout.

Sing-a-long song Survive It and his laidback vocals on Liines (CORR)  transported us back to his discontent growing up in Coventry.

Shuffling across the stage in his signature trilby hat and thick-framed specs, Ghostpoet  is  not exactly the sort of rapper you'd confuse with Dizzee Rascal. But he's a showman nonetheless and not afraid of the usual clichés: "You having fun tonight Nottingham?" which was duly followed by a wave of whoops and cheers.

Ending with his whisky-homage Cash and Carry Me Home with a massive grin and a nod to his "elegant and fantastic" audience, Ghostpoet revealed an inventive and relatable soundtrack to modern life.