
Another slightly longer guilty pleasure. Sorry, not sorry.
I was lucky to grow up in the so-called golden age of hip-hop. Innovation was key, then. I feel that hip-hop has developed a slightly more cookie cutter approach, so this album, whilst remaining true to some of the cornerstones of hip-hop still travels into more unusual territories.
Coffee.
Phone off.
Enjoy.
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