Nude Nights is so unassuming at first. As if it’s under the covers, and you’re like “Are you just falling asleep right now? Or are we just getting started?” There’s a cracked mentality here that only Pedicure Records can bring, so it’s a blessing LXHLL found a home, because Nude Nights dips listeners’ thoughts like a roulette game of Concentration. As if the only thing you had to do was not follow along, like any other damn mix on Earth, Nude Nights flips and finds melodies, beats that melt into another, lyrics that pick up from other songs seamlessly, and transitions almost crayoned in, but with a fine-spray airbrush, miraged in a mountain of dolphins gliding over the sunset, framed with palm trees, the beach and ocean, etched onto a crystal skull somewhere on a shelf in a modern-royalty bedroom somewhere, over their headboard, next to an ashtray full of mysterious thick liquid. LXHLL just got you to take a sip of serum.
Pedicure Records has managed to melt your mind all year. I actually put Nude Nights on a cassette tape only to pump it as hard as my system can, on the reel. Why? Because fuck you. Listen to this, why NOT?
• LXHLL: https://soundcloud.com/lxhll
• Pedicure Records: https://soundcloud.com/pedicure-records
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