You think you motherfuckers know so much about music?

you think you motherfuckers know so much about music?
post an album that ISN'T talked about here on a daily basis and that you genuinely think is great. share something interesting with us that you never see posted here. prove to me you can talk for any length of time about something other than the same shit that's posted here every five minutes. PROTIP: [spoiler]you can[/spoiler]

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Machinefabriek - Dauw
my favorite ambient album, I will shill it here forever

the textures are just beautiful and the whole album is paced so well

here's the title track, which is kind of the album's centerpiece
youtu.be/4AkGNHkrtnc

'Marijn' by the same guy is also amazing

419 gives voice to the plaintive, signifyin’ cries and whispers of those left to the forgotten agora: scattered, jigsaw lives waiting to be put back together again, only to fall apart to be put back together again to fall apart. A couple is jacked, a Blackberry stolen. A “sneaky friend” is the source of complaint. “Families are always rising and falling in America,” said no one.

But 419’s setting is not New York City or L.A. or even — though Blunt et al. mostly hail from the UK — London, really. Rather, this series of 14 tracks, many of which were culled from the scattered handful of SoundCloud releases Blunt has dropped over the past year, presents the narrative of every global city’s underbelly, that of the post-adolescent entrepreneur, that yung blud whose desire for survival and success outweighs any ethical predisposition. The mixtape heavily speaks the patois of the Nigerian and Carib diaspora. “Had to sell the yo-yo to get fru, doe.” It doesn’t always make immediate sense, but what does? A stoned Blunt’s vo-coded ego forgets the most cardinal of the 10 crack — in this case, dro; what is it, ‘96? — commandments.

. It’s a tough act to follow, but it’s topped by a full-track Blige sample several licks down. A ur-trap low-end solo signals the end of an anguished rallying cry — “HANDS UP IF U WANT 2 DIE — and for every sex scene, there’s a similar, equal, and opposite ascetic impulse. “Tell the girls in the front/ Turn Rihanna off.” This rejection of the female, the physical — a monastic, finger-pointing gesture — is one of many similar ethical and aesthetical choices. “Everybody in the club/ Everybody’s praying.”

It’s performative at best: we all know Blunt, like every great artist, is full of shit at times, but even that’s hardly the point, especially when shit bangs this hard.

new Child Bite is one of the most underrated albums of the year

Nice thinly-veiled rec thread.

This is Porter's Atemahawke. Porter is a Mexican rock band and they still make music, but the lead vocalist left after this album's release and his unique vocals are very missed in Porter's latest work. This album is 11/10, would recommend.

Whitney Houston burst onto the music scene in 1985 with her self-titled LP which had four number one singles on it, including "The Greatest Love Of All," "You Give Good Love," and "Saving All My Love For You," plus it won a Grammy Award for best pop vocal performance by a female and two American Music Awards, one for best rhythm and blues single and another for best rhythm and blues video. She was also cited as best new artist of the year by Billboard and by Rolling Stone magazine. With all this hype one might expect the album to be an anticlimactic, lackluster affair, but the surprise is that "Whitney Houston(ARISTA)" is one of the warmest, and most complex and altogether satisfying rythm and blues records of the decade and Whitney herself has a voice that defies belief. From the elegant, beautiful photo of her on the cover of the album (in a gown by Giovanne De Maura) and its fairly sexy counterpart on the back (in a bathing suit by Norma Kamali) one knows that this isn't going to be a blandly professional affiar; the record IS smooth but intense and Whitney's voice leaps across so many boundaries and is so versatile (though she's mainly a JAZZ singer) that it's hard to take in the album on a first listening. But you won't want to. You'll want to savor it over many.

It opens with "You Give Good Love" and "Thinking About You," both produced and arranged by Kashif, and they emanate warm, lush jazz arrangements but with a contemporary synthesized beat and though they're both really good songs, the album doesn't get kicking until "Someone For Me" which was produced by Jermaine Jackson, where Whitney sings longingly against a jazz-disco background and the difference between her longing and the sprightliness of the song is very moving. The ballad "Saving All My Love For You" is the sexiest, most romantic song on the record. It also has a killer saxaphone solo by Tom Scott and one can hear the influences of sixties girl-group pop in it (it was cowritten by Gerry Goffin) but the sixties girl groups were never this emotional or sexy (or as well produced) as this song is. "Nobody Loves Me Like You Do" is a glorious duet with Jermaine Jackson (who also produced it) and just one example of how sophisticated lyrically this album is. The last thing it suffers from is a paucity of decent lyrics which is what usually happens when a singer doesn't write her own material and has to have her producer choose it. But Whitney and company have picked well here.

The dance single "How Will I Know" (my vote for best dance song of the 1980s) is a joyous ode to a girl's nervousness about whether another guy is interested in her. It's got a great keyboard riff and it's the only track on the album produced by wunderkind producer Narada Michael Walden. My own personal favorite ballad (aside from "The Greatest Love of All"-her crowning achievement) is "All At Once" which is about how a young woman realizes all at once her lover is fading away from her and it's accompanied by a gorgeous string arrangement. Even though nothing on the album sounds like filler, the only track that might come close is "Take Good Care of My Heart," another duet with Jermaine Jackson. The problem is that it strays from the album's jazz roots and seems too influenced by 1980s dance music.

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But Whitney's talent is restored with the overwhelming "The Greatest Love of All," one of the best, most powerful songs ever written about self-preservation and dignity. From the first line (Michael Masser and Linda Creed are credited as the writers) to the last, it's a state-of-the-art ballad about believing in yourself. It's a powerful statement and one that Whitney sings with a grandeur that approaches the sublime. Its universal message crosses all boundaries and instills one with the hope that it's not too late for us to better ourselves, to act kinder. Since it's impossible in the world we live in to empathize with others, we can always empathize with ourselves. It's an important message, crucial really, and it's beautifully stated on this album.

Her second effort, "Whitney" (ARISTA;1987), had four number one singles, "I Wanna Dance with Somebody," "So Emotional," "Didn't We Almost Have It All?" and "Where Do Broken Hearts Go?" and was mostly produced by Narada Michael Walden and though it's not as serious an effort as "Whitney Houston" it's hardly a victim of Sophomore Slump. It starts off with the bouncy, danceable "I Wanna Dance With Somebody (Who Loves Me)" which is in the same vein as the last album's irrepressible "How Will I Know." This is followed by the sensuous "Just The Lonely Talking Again" and it reflects the serious jazz influence that permeated the first album and one can also sense a newfound artistic maturity in Whitney's voice-she did all the vocal arrangements on this album-and this is all very evident on "Love Will Save The Day" which is the most ambitious song Whitney's yet performed. It was produced by Jellybean Benitez and it pulsates with an uptempo intensity and like most of the songs on this album it reflects a grownup's awareness of the world we all live in. She sings and we believe it. This is quite a change from the softer, little-girl-lost image that was so appealing on the first album.

She projects an even more adult image on the Michael Masser-produced "Didn't We Almost Have It All," a song about meeting up with a long-lost lover and letting him know your feelings about the past affair, and it's Whitney at her most poetic. And as on most of the ballads there's a gorgeous string arrangement. "So Emotional" is in the same vein as "How Will I Know" and "I Wanna Dance With Somebody" but it's even more rock-influenced and, like all the songs on "Whitney," played by a terrific backup studio band with Narada on drum machine, Wolter Afanasieff on the synthesizer and synth bass, Corrado Rustici on synth guitar, and someone listed as Bongo Bob on percussion programming and drum sampling. "Where You Are" is the only song on the album produced by Kashif and it bears his incredible imprint of professionalism-it has a smooth, gleaming sound and sheen to it with a funky sax solo by Vincent Henry. It sounded like a hit single to me (but then all the songs on the album do) and I wondered why it wasn't released as one.

My first proper listen to ABBA, and I feel like all my preconceived notions have been absolutely shattered. Yes, there is an "ABBA sound". Is it overproduced? Well, yes, but it's kind of just well-produced really. And although there is an "ABBA sound", the idea that all their songs sound the same almost couldn't be further from the truth. The strange repeated chanting of "Take a Chance On Me", the fast guitar and drums of "Fernando" contrasted with the staccato bass/piano, the dramatic piano of "SOS", the strange, almost metalcore sounding opening riff of "Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! (A Man After Midnight)" leading into that famous synth riff.

Honestly this blew me away. Maybe I'm just having too strong a reaction to something that's new to me, but for me, "SOS", "The Winner Takes It All" and "Lay All Your Love on Me" are top-tier pop songs, all of them immensely dramatic and with absolutely hummable yet not overly-simplistic melodies throughout. Not only that, but the sound / orchestration of these songs and many others is absolutely amazing. "Lay All Your Love on Me" and "SOS" have some of the best transitions I've ever heard - the structure of "Lay All Your Love", going in to the dramatic pre-chorus, then the strange effect ("drop"?) into the very dramatic synthpop-sounding chorus (a really unique and interesting chorus in my opinion, with a brilliant, almost baroque-sounding progression).

There really aren't many bad songs, with my lowlights being maybe "Does Your Mother Know", "The Name of the Game" and "Take a Chance on Me". Most of the other songs are very good. Great compilation album and I'm looking forward to getting into their other albums.

Standout tracks:
- SOS
- Lay All Your Love on Me
- The Winner Takes It All

I legitimately think that the first three tracks on David Byrne's Uh-Oh are some of the funkiest, most dance-inducing music possible

"Love Is A Contact Sport" is the album's real surprise-a big-sounding, bold, sexy number that, in terms of production, is the album's centerpiece, and it has great lyrics along with a good beat. It's one of my favorites. On "You're Still My Man" you can hear how clearly Whitney's voice is like an instrument-a flawless, warm machine that almost overpowers the sentiment of her music, but the lyrics and the melodies are too distinctive, too strong to let any singer, even one of Whitney's caliber, overshadow them. "For the Love of You" shows off modern feel harks back not only to purveyors of modern jazz like Michael Jackson and Sade but also to other artists, like Miles Davis, Paul Butterfield and Bobby McFerrin.

Why are you faggots doing this? Thread had an interesting premise and you're shitposting things you pasted from other sites

Go ruin the Grimes thread or something

"Where Do Broken Hearts Go" is the album's most powerful emotional statement of innocence lost and trying to regain safety of childhood. Her voice is as lovely and controlled as it ever has been and it leads up to "I Know Him So Well," the most moving moment on the record because it's first and foremost a duet with her mother, Cissy. It's a ballad about...who?-a lover shared? a long-lost father?-with a combination of longing, regret, determination and beauty that ends the album on a graceful, perfect note. We can expect new things from Whitney (she made a stunning gift to the 1988 Olympics with the ballad "One Moment In Time") but even if we didn't, she would remain the most exciting and original black jazz voice of her generation.

People here are desperate for attention and when discussion turns to things that they aren't familiar with, they act out to get that attention.

>Needing validation from Sup Forums users

baka tbch

>Go ruin the Grimes thread or something
Why, you idiot?

Because those threads don't have an interesting premise, they are Groundhog Day-tier and should face constant distruption

thank you to all four people who have contributed so far.

kill yourself

Why do you equal namedropping of obscure music to knowledge about music? Do you know what an augmented ninth is? Do you know what makes a sonata-allegro a sonata-allegro? Are you talking about musical knowledge or just knowing bands that other people don't?

Or is this just a troll, goddamn it's just a troll isn't it

>Why do you equal namedropping of obscure music to knowledge about music?

same thing

I bet you can't even read a fucking tab.

Good god, this album was a disappointment and a half, why is it that everyone is praising mediocrity nowadays. It's like people can't go past entry level shit and branch out anymore, and they just want to stick to one artist and never let go.

Over all this album is boring. It's not because the subject matter is based around laziness, it's because the music and guy's voice are both mind numbing, and honestly I don't think much is going on in Mac's mind to begin with.

Of course we need to speak about everyone's favorite "Do People Actually Like The Music Or Just The Image" topic, and guess what it's another win for the image, if Mac didn't have his look, no one would give a shit, no one.

Further more on the boringness of this guys voice, the reason he sounds like shit is because there's no heart, you could be one of the worst, most annoying, spongebob sounding singers in existence, but if you sing with your heart and give it your all, you will sound amazing. (Who is Adam Demirjian of The Brave Little Abacus? Alex.)


Being honest, I went in with hope, I went in thinking that this was going to be some great, feel good, lazy days of summer kind of album. That's what everyone was saying, that's why everyone and their mother have been praising this guy. I guess the jokes on me, you got me guys, you really did, you tricked me into listening to garbage again.

Amazingly this gap toothed chain smoking (and worst of all) Canadian dish rag is praised by what seems like millions of quirky teenagers (which could possibly the worst kind of teenagers). Let's just hope that no one views him as a role model. Don't smoke kids, it's bad for ya'.

Lastly this album would be good if there was around 40% more effort put into it, and if Mac stopped trying to sound like a SFW Tonetta.

Look at all the first letters in each paragraph ;~)

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Happiness is not a fish that you can catch - Our Lady Peace

Genuinely think it's great, the songs are philosophical and have an interesting vibe to it.

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when did i say anything about obscure music?

Of Big Black’s two proper full-lengths, Songs About Fucking has commanded the most attention. (Having the word “fucking” in the title doesn’t hurt.) But Atomizer is not only Big Black’s best album, but also it’s Albini’s masterpiece. “Jordan, Minnesota” tells the story of an infamous child-abuse ring, and the song disintegrates in a fit of suffocated spasms. “Fists of Love” is a sadomasochist symphony. And “Kerosene” is the self-immolation anthem to end them all. Every inch of the recording teems with screeches, squeals, whispers, ghosts. In lesser hands, it might have been little more than grain-silo goth. Atomizer transcends the muck of existence by stripping naked and wallowing in it. Albini may not have always been the nicest man; his music certainly isn’t. But Atomizer is as much of an inoculation as it is a means of destruction.

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Really sweet chamber pop/britpop, like halfway between Divine Comedy, Tindersticks and Pulp

They're about an artist and that's not against Sup Forums's rules. If you have a problem with her or her fans, that doesn't make those threads less legit. Why people like you can't understand such a simple thing?
This is all you can say, imbecile?

Beat Happening's lyrics, which included images of hand-holding and hot chocolate, scan as innocent, but the guy in "Hot Chocolate Boy" got his name because he’s "deep sweet and bitter," watching TV alone and wishing he had a girlfriend. The songs are populated with zombies, witches, blood sucking. Even on their most famous song, "Indian Summer", with its idyllic sense of longing, they are eating their breakfast of apples and cherry blossoms in a cemetery.

History is never complete, which is why compilations like Look Around are helpful. Easy downloads and streaming can definitely bring into question the need for compilations—why buy a collection of previously released songs when you can find most of them online? But what you’re paying for—or at least scanning the track list for—is the curation. The 23-song Look Around is perfect in that regard. There will always be favorites missing—it’s the nature of compilations—but there are no major oversights or head-scratching inclusions here. It’s a great primer for new Beat Happening fans, and as it turns out, an excellent reminder for those of us who’d kind of forgotten about them. The songs are presented in chronological order, so it feels like a distilled time capsule, and it offers a chance to watch patterns emerge and themes continue in time-lapse.

music theory is descriptive, not prescriptive
and i've heard more music than you

end of discussion

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Microsoft’s Xbox One Chat Headset has a vocal amplification feature so users can hear themselves in the earpiece whilst conversing with friends online. Imagine a friend is talking about finding an old laptop in a closet of his apartment reserved for left-behind items from old roommates. Having ripped out the hard drive from this laptop, that friend found and read a document encompassing more than 200 pages of typed content, which turned out to be a French girl’s journal who moved to Cambridge on a work visa, began classes at MIT, fell hard for a graduate assistant in one of her labs, and was eventually deported for extortion. Of course, that friend went online and found her Facebook page barely active for five years as well as the graduate assistant’s, who is married to a woman the French gal had been trying to frame for identity theft. All three people absentmindedly accepted that friend’s friendship requests. Oh, also: there was a deep, dark folder of nudes that friend didn’t tell anyone about but me.
Belligerent puts the [cis] in survival. What are the three rules of marketing? SEO it: human necessity, appeal to need and a reason to negate the Oxford comma; need, want, entice. It’s like talking to someone as if they’re selling you their life story. Or it’s one of those confession cams from a reality TV show based on a “true story, bro” doc involving an eye witness hired to listen to your tell-all. Status updates. It’s referring to your cellphone as “touch pad,” because calling people on it hasn’t happened since 2012. It’s Wi-Fi, which never hurt anyone. It’s realizing that Lucifer is still a good name (a.k.a. credit cards a.k.a. The Internet a.k.a. cable a.k.a. lubricant a.k.a. lease agreements a.k.a. rental property a.k.a. S1m0ne). It’s feeling manic, but it’s just the music. The day they commercialize dark matter, tho. Pinnacle swag. Having nightmares. Tricking people into what’s-what. Stretching within. Drinking Red Bull.

Good looks for Divine Comedy.

It’s sitting backseat on the school bus nailing your first kiss, which is way wetter than you’d expected. It’s the taste in your mouth after vodka: it’s a whipped-cream dance party, standing there contemplating if you’re Jarrod or Lyon. Yet it’s always gotta be about gender. Even in front of these speakers jacked in the eighth.

There’s never/always something to be said, but we’re actually just waiting on some returned goods with incentive. “What’s in the bag?” It’s Molly. “It’s your kid’s birthday?” I don’t want to know how your life works, but keep it up, because there’s a posi in they. Hope it was worth it. How big IS your sales staff anyway? Especially when you are subjected to hours of make-out footage, then realize she’s bald while walking into the store and asking for a statue of a hand and arm.

You get an IRL *shrug emoji* from her. You find the statue. You ask for change. But what about immortality? Would you kill yourself for eternal ecstasy? Fucking rental property. Everyone in the office is down with it, but you’re not. So tun’t it. X-Rated material being PR’d in a high-profile way, but isn’t it just another website? Or a façade. A faux-façade. 40 years from now: Al Pacino in Mrs. Doubtfire 2. Michael Jackson makes more money dead; hashtag 2Pac & B.I.G.G.I.E. & Eazy-E & Elvis. Pushing a button relentlessly that does NOTHING. AT ALLLL. :( And nobody is allowed to smoke inside anymore. Why?

Curb your autism, faggot. This thread offered something new, which is not discussing the same fucking shit all day every day like we're in a Samuel Beckett play. Grimes thread getting a bit of a shit up won't do anything to change the status quo since you faggots are gonna post it again tomorrow and the next day and the next.

In terms of playing with yourself — today and yesterday — life is solitaire. But in no way is it perverse, and I can see how you’d think that: but no. Just for a sober bit of honesty. It’s the patience it takes to type on a syrup-encrusted keyboard, thinking about sleeping for social reasons (to interact properly with others at work) but still always nodding off. A glint. Which is why you declared the last game of Black Jack you’d ever play would be in Atlantic City with Grams, with Pat Sajak’s hologram next to her laughing so that she’d laugh. But I’m serious: I believe there is some form of meth addiction within me. And now there is an emoji for the eye pyramid symbol, while shape-shifters entwine in the gender of nature. It’s tfw drainage is entering your body. It’s thinking backward from the worst point in your life, only to reconcile with how your ego expanded in the 21st century. Yet, you still up the club. “Who can stand here and look this serious?” Every time, the winner will be GTAV in your underwear pumping that same club music, on the couch, practicing perfection. It’s shaking someone’s hand until it snaps off into a bouquet of roses that you give back to them. Myst-level concoctions. Enjoy the experience of actual confusion.

It's another edition of "Butthurt Grimesfags ruin everything"

What if Facebook were invented to remind us why Socialism doesn’t exist? You think about that, but then your nose starts to bleed, and it’s entirely environmental, and the surrounding atmosphere is what’s eating away your memory. Dancing in a haunted house seems appropriate. Through the window, a crystal-neon skyline melts all delusions of grandeur, as you head to the first-built Wal-Mart in Manhattan. A trillion times the *100 emoji*. Like a koala bear, timid with unregistered ego that’s only visible to the purveyor (WRITER’S NOTE: I mean it, P: PURVEYOR): SOPHIE’S PRODUCT relies on amiable, nonchalant, subconscious confusion [my only clear statement here, for obvious reasons]. Imagine if each human was given a limit to how much stress they can maintain before reaching boiling point, directed by Stephen Spielberg, and paid off critics to bookoo bukaki its praise for commercial, TV-spot purposes. Admitting that you’re swallowing your pride isn’t anything at all, because nobody gives/gave a shit. Not even that friend across Microsoft’s Xbox One Chat Headset. Until he said, “Something about Mexico,” and you never saw him again.
:::::: YOU CAN ACTUALLY LIVE YOURSELF TO DEATH @@@@@ ######

Aseul - New Pop

AOTY for me. Dreamy, electronic pop from Korea; more melancholic than her previous project as Yukari. Perfect for a night walk through the city.

Check out "Gong", "Elephants Mobile" or "The Bedroom Demos".

>idiot tells others to ruin the grimes trheads
>i call him on his own bullshit
>idiot: WAAAAH WAAAAAAAH WAAAAAHHHH "Butthurt Grimesfags ruin everything"
Fuck off.

Thinly veiled spoonfeeding thread

>spoonfeeding
this idea is why this board is shit. you guys treat finding music as a "skill" because you want to feel superior to other people for knowing more bands. get over yourselves.

this thread's aim is very fucking simple. try, for just a little bit, to talk about something other than Radiohead, Death Grips and Animal Collective. Do you not realize that whatever people recommend in this thread gets seen by *everyone* in the thread? If we all just focused more on sharing and introducing each other to good music everyone would benefit from it.

Spoonfeeding isn't allowed, go ask /wsr/

Really great album. The only Berlin School albums I ever see on Sup Forums are from Tangerine Dream and occasionally Klaus Schulze but this is as good as anything they did.

>post an album that ISN'T talked about here on a daily basis
>on a daily basis
higher your standards, mate

spoonfeeding is giving download links, not recs

>higher

I'm not making fun, but are you Finnish? AlI know is how to say enough in German to get slapped in the face.

This is the best record Judas Priest ever put out. It has the best vocals put out by any rock band ever. Halford's vocal range is incredible and he is so versatile in his singing, he does something different on each track. Victim of Changes, The Ripper, Dreamer Deceiver and Deceiver, Epitath are all tracks I consider 10/10.Tyrant is an 8/10 imo and Genocide is the only track keeping this album from being a true 10/10.

This album is on youtube if you want to have a listen. If you're not into rock/heavy metal, I'd still recommend listening to Dreamer Deceiver, it's one of the most underrated rock ballads and it still gives me goosebumps whenever I hear it.

10/10, never saw it posted by anyone but me

I love this album. It's got some of the most experimental, crazy production I've ever heard and it all works beautifully. It's an abstract hiphop record with a very unique take on the collage aesthetic from early hiphop. Also the closing track is the best in their whole discography. It's hard to even really explain, you just need to hear it for yourself. IMO it's a masterpiece that almost nobody has heard of

Right on fellow priest worshipper. Sad Wings of Destiny is one of the best musical creations of all time

Why are you just quoting American Psycho

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the blending of post-punk and jazz and spoken word is really fantastic and this is a fantastic album. easy to listen to unlike some of john zorns stuff which everyone loves(or hates[i love zorn]). good lyricism, crazy instrumentation, fantastic pacing and feel throughout the whole album. if i start playing this album it's already played twice by the time i realize i've been driving for an hour.

youtube.com/watch?v=jMM7xz1Bidg&list=PLsePUf60aqAjmG_dTTy_L1i3bYffSXoQp

(i should clarify that i know zorn had nothing to do with this album, i just think of him whenever i think of weird jazz use)

Matter - Amfibian

estos morros no aprecian la musica latina, buenos albumes

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lol i'm 16, u?

The Thorn In Mrs. Rose's Side is one of the happiest albums I've heard in a very long time. Rose is a comedian in trade, but this album is such a blast to listen to. Think a combination of McCartney and Billy Joel.

biffrose.bandcamp.com/album/the-thorn-in-mrs-roses-side

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what?

All request threads for adult content belong on /r/, and all request threads for work-safe content belong on /wsr/, unless otherwise noted.

Listening now, this is so good!

> Do you know what an augmented ninth is?
> Do you know what makes a sonata-allegro a sonata-allegro?

cringed hard

it's a rec thread not a request thread moron

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This
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PA-PA-PA-PA-PAPITO

experimental cheerleader music

Varsity - Hairpool
Actually good indie pop/rock/dreampop

Been off for a while, this some new shitpost or legit? Seems interesting..

tf is all this shit? Someone catch me up with all this Sup Forums

One of my favorite rap albums this year

Simple by Nightmare and the Cat. I've never seen it posted and the band doesn't exist anymore but dammit I still remember.