You know those mates that you have that keep quiet for long periods of time and then come out with a one-liner that slays the room? That is Santigold, previously Santogold. The last we heard from the Amazonian-esque beauty was in 2009 when she released her debut album, Santogold. It was anthemic. It was different and it outshone all of the other indie, nu-wave fodder that filled episodes of Skins during that period of time. It was a sparkling debut and one feared that it could just be a quick fizzle in the pan but luckily for all of us, dear Santi does not know how to disappoint or deliver a dud.

Her latest release, Master Of My Make-Believe doesn't stray too far from her distinctive sound but she relies more on her quickfire rapping skills rather than her singing voice. However, she remains as distinct as ever - which is perfectly fine. I'm quite content with certain acts retaining a consistent and distinctive timbre, I mean you wouldn't want Bruce Springsteen releasing a dub step album, would you?

Santigold is purely about her music and when the likes of Yeah Yeah Yeahs' Karen O join her for the rip-roaring, Switch and Q-Tip produced opening track, 'Go!', you know you're on to a good thing as I doubt Miss O would sign on to any aul rubbish. Santi does not surround herself with gimmicks or controversy, like Nicki Minaj, MIA or Azealia Banks, she cuts straight to the chase, giving only two options: is this good or is this bad? And, of course, it is the former.

The Karen O collaboration, 'Big Mouth' and 'Disparate Youth' are the tracks that reached the public forum before all else and even though they haven't been overly successful, it is probably because she hasn't created a Twitter spat with a "rival" female artist to garner attention but, then again, these issues are addressed in her self-assuring track 'Look At These Hoes'. Much like her debut, Master Of My Make Believe is a brilliant album in its entirety and, before you ask, 'Freak Like Me' is not an homage to the many Sugababes collectives. The singles so far would not have the bombacious, instant appeal of 'Creator' and 'L.E.S. Artistes' from 2008, these are slow burners and it means that the album takes a little longer to unveil itself to the listener.

It's hard to pinpoint what will be the Pennsylvanian singer's next move. The celebrity-driven 'Fame' could be the next single or even the strangely uplifting 'The Keepers, which has the lyrics "we're the keepers, while we sleep in America our house is burning down". There is an abundance of potential next singles on Master Of My Make Believe.

This album took four years to get into our hands and if it takes her another few years and a sneaky mash-up mixtape (Google Southerngold, Illroots for the clashing of Santi's work with every rapper under the sun by mash-maker, Terry Urban), that's fine. With Santigold's approach to staggering her releases, she ensures that she doesn't burn out or fade away and she will continue to deliver firecracker albums.