I’m willing to stake my reputation on my prediction that the fretless bass is back, baby. Westerman‘ll back me up. Confirmation is positively dripping with it, segueing into a middle bit that sounds like the soundtrack to Labyrinth. No not Pan’s Labyrinth… the real Labyrinth. Oh shit!
I might have mentioned before, but I suck at writing about hip hop, rap, trap etc. (“You suck at everything else too!” Yeah, fair cop…) Here’s Maxo Kream‘s 5200. It’s good, just don’t expect me to tell you for why.
Cool is absolutely impeccable growly, grungey pop that doesn’t so much fade out as de-tune out and I liked that a lot. Good job, Soccer Mommy.
Toro Y Moi‘s (Be) is some sparse-ass chill bedroom-pop that staunchly refuses to ever kick off, content instead to thrum and whirr and god damn it’s real nice, folks.
