Spinning at 45rpms, Bruce Smear is ready to hurl out sound like last-night’s party is spilling into the lobby, breakfast area, and continuing as a nap, with bed-side vodka for that wake-up call around 11PM for the party to continue. Alarm clock: Chlorine. Was that a burp, though? Because I always though alcohol tasted like vomit coming up, but the tabs taken last night negated any type of hyphy the morning after. Getting high on duster in the shower, getting ready for another night-out. Dowsing one’s self in cologne. Feeling predictably blasé, but in the same fashion a basketball player tried to look stress free before the big game. Bobbing and weaving a beat that’s akin to Silly Puddy. Developing from the visual. Advancing beyond mix culture (‘cause everyone know TMT is way more cool-kids than Dis). And generally just feeling like 21-century music. Hear Chlorine for your self by Bruce Smear RIGHT NOW via Orange Milk Records, and grip the pre-order for a stellar-filed digital of the LP for the traffic jam later at 5!
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• Orange Milk Records: http://www.orangemilkrecords.com
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