particularly fan of the dark edge

it cuts through me like a dagger through warm corn-starch water (slowly, of course). your drums are sublime and the bass line is crispy like delicious bacon, there the meat is still pink but the fat has turned an awesome shade of orange.

i found myself bobbing around to the music as i listened, eager to have my aural senses pleased by the ever progressing beat. i think this would be the great backdrop to a drive through the quiet roads of norfolk, or pehaps elsburough.

the downstairs mixup a few minutes in was well executed and i just wanted to give it warm, ever-enduring hugs. ps - nice selection on the bass instrument. rough yet caring, like a sandpaper of love.

i think that's all i have to say on this piece. please promise you'll tell me your percussive secrets one day.