Chill Out Wednesday #6
I can only apologise, I got waylaid by mince pies…
First off, BARS!!! I’m a secret rapper. Ok, that’s a lie but the lyric is true, my sincerest apologies for the Christmas absence. I physically couldn’t do anything except eat, drink and play Steep (so sick by the way!).
Anyway, back to why we are here…
It struck me I haven’t listened to a lot of #hip-hop for a while. After the slow death of “conscious UK hip-hop”, I took some time away. I have never had an interest in “gangster rap” so when the music of Jehst, Braintax, Louis Slippers, Taskforce etc either disappeared or dialled down, I had no hip-hop left that I liked, really. Only a few have sparked my interest in the deep side of this genre since, this track being one of them.
Thank you beatmachinearon. To be fair, I think it was almost purely the sax that got me but I do love a good #ambience; traffic, #vinyl fuzz and a bits of conversations all warped together to make a solid and interesting backdrop on this one. Cover that with just simple snippets of that sexy sax, a simple bass and a nice clunky but always moving beat and you have the smasher — roses.
beatmachinearon says: “stroll thru the city with roses in my hands” — yeh bro, I can totally hear that.
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