Lotsa short days and long nights, e? Feeling Minnesota? Feeling Norwegian more like it. But can’t argue with hot milky rum at 4:30. Not I. Not today.
One disc I been diggin on long drives and city crawls is Mad EP‘s Not Afraid of Spiders, which genrejumps something wicked, only between myriad imaginary genres I wouldn’t quite know how to name. Take, for instance — but do consider copping — two of my favorites:
on some janisjop chopshop, leftfield lowend, post-preemo steelo
“Velvet Pudding Mold”
wherein solo-pseudo-flamenco (?) [via mochipet apparently] spins into some electro on the metro to pluto type of judo (?!?)
happy sun sitting still —