I like Dizzee Rascal a lot. I even usually like his attempts at crossover tracks ("Stand Up Tall," his collaboration with Basement Jaxx "Lucky Star," more recent cuts like "Flex" and "Da' Feelin'"). "Bonkers," though, is simply not very good. "Wearing My Rolex" this is not. Here's what I had to say about "Bonkers" over at the Jukebox:

Dizzee Rascal is one of those rappers who is a joy to listen to no matter what. The way his consonants smack you across the face; how he does that very British thing of stretching his vowels in such a way that makes you believe all meaning is contained within them; the fact his pinball flow and voice reminds you simultaneously of your friend's kid brother (PAY! ATTENTION! TO! ME!) and your high-strung friend who thinks the Illuminati killed his goldfish and got him fired from his job at the Gap. Unfortunately, Dizzee's delivery does all the work here, as he doesn't even bother to drop more than eight bars, all of which are easy to sing along with, seeing are they're nothing but uninspired clichés (example: "All I care about is sex and violence/ A heavy bassline is my kind of silence"). The thing is, Armand Van Helden's bassline is but a whisp amongst synths that sound like a bad approximation of Daft Punk by way of Digitalism; it's the kind of thing that even Tiësto would be embarrassed of. At 1:49 the clouds open up and glimmers of something really great—playful, and dare I say almost soulful—shine through for a few brief seconds, until all hope is snatched from us and the shitty dance track that is "Bonkers" resumes. This is not a good look for either dudes.
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