THE LOVERS … A FANFARE OF TROUBLE . A LONG, LOUD, COLD NIGHT, DRUNK IN THE DARK. PEOPLE PRANCING, BUT THE COLD WAS TOO MUCH FOR I. WANDERING UNTIL THE SUN WOULD RETURN TO THE SKY. HM. BUT YOU KNOW, IKO WAS THERE WAITING. AND HE HAD BEEN THERE THE WHOLE TIME. BUTCHY, CAMERON AND THE GANG OF FREAKS ERE ROLLING ON STRONG. YES, STRONG. AND AS THE SHOWERS OF FREEDOM POURED, IT WAS UTTERED: “IT’S OVER.”.
DEDICATED TO THESE SOLDIERS OF WHICH I SPEAK.
“GO OVER THERE AND TALK TO CHICKS, MAN”
I really have no idea what this means, but it’s pretty mmmmmmmmmdamn deep. Deep Tapes, that is. Enigmatic, multi-moniker’d, genre-jumpin’ Alex Gray is at his computer again making music here under the name DJ TRIBAL SHITSHOW. This time around, it feels down a more familiar street in the instrumental hip-hop hood. Cuttin’, pastin’, choppin’, sloppin’, pop-lock-and-droppin’ — The Lovers shits it all out.