Essay for another day: "underground" in the streaming world.
There's something about the cheap rat-tat-tat drum machine beats, the wildly uneven volume, the clumsily executed experimentalism, the lilting, staggering flow that makes this sound straight out of musty basements, pumped from pirate radio broadcasts via crappy car speakers.
I knock Reggae for sounding samey, for getting locked blues-tight into a particular rhythm and feel, but this is wonky, swingy, janky, curious, adventurous - that crackle of something unfound 3.5/5
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