May 27, 2013

ROMP (1996)


Life affirming incarceration shady alien mob shit, some of Mac Dre's friends can do that Bay Area thing where they taste the words they spit before weaving them around the (Da Unda Dogg's) summer sun weirdo funk. The ones who can't manage it at least get that double track mixed down treatment which turns the human voice into an instrument you can more or less ignore the lyrical content and/or skill of, like an extra bit of percussion while you wait for the hook or someone better to pick it up.

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