fuck knows how that tramp gets his clarinet to sound like Vangelis’s synths.
theres plenty said here and here about this a lot more concisely I than I could ever hope to, but regardless of what hes saying his switch to a gangstarr/nas illmatic period new york style is sick.
beat the odds
Real life – picture planes re edit
Uk Swagg – this is a utterly bizarre car crash at what I assume is B’s attempt at making a grime beat.
luckily theres plenty other fools who’ll spend their time shifting through the verbal and sonic diarrhea to bring you shiny 96kbps audio diamonds in the form of unofficial best of “mix tapes”
decent combination of proper tracks and stream of conciseness freak outs like “just a robot” and “based in england”. cant think of anyone since odb who can go from talking about blood on the floor and crack heads, to calling himself a “young nobleman” who’s coming to england to drink tea.