| I know that everyone whose reading this review has done album before, I know girls can't do as much album as guys, and I know that when I get a good piece of album I'll do that shit 24/7. You know you're fucked on real nice album when you totally forget about everything and just get into it, and it ends and your totally shocked - then taken aback by the sick return to infinite questioning. In retrospect, there was some synthetics mixed in there, and it's cut, but just a little bit and rather smoothly, adding to the effect with some very interesting samples of unidentifiable substance (but one of them feels like something you might do on the Yangtze). The flavour of the album is really brassy on the tongue, it kicks in right away, and peaks with a really full body stone. Trust me, I've got good connections, and I've done enough of the good stuff to know when it's worth doing a full album to yourself of the shit. Which brings me to the point where our story didn't begin. When me and two of my friends split this album three ways, we all got so fucked we were flashing each other wide-eyed hazy looks, just wiggin'. Later I did a big heavy dose of this stuff by myself all greedy to get high. In the first track I was slightly into a pensive mellow trip feel, but that's what they all feel like at first when you do albums all the time, but by track three, I was really feeling it in my lower body and pretty much all over. I heard the stuff was made by a dude called Fat Jon the Ample Soul Physician, and believe me what he produced here is some serious medicine with the Miles Davis style print. This could be really good for people who can handle being fucked up on album, I mean even your grandpa's done 45s. - Thick |
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