when it comes to singing, normally I can’t stand processed vocals. I hate hate hate on em hard all the time. People cry submitting the wrong shit to me. But once in a while, there is a song about having something in the ol’ pocket and it’s done in some weirdly cool way. I checked what I keep in my pocket. An empty cocaine baggy, 6 receipts for McDonalds, a half opened extra small condom (things spiralled downwards quickly during a date), my bank card and a business card from a hooker. Check out The Nicholas and San Holo on this record here.
Guap. Out.
