The appeal of the underarms of a lover, who, pressing flanks of flesh tightly against more flesh so the fragrance, although becoming and lovely to the recipient due to its honesty and scarcity, is displeased by her/his rawness and feels unattractive, so their flesh closes tighter and makes a secret with itself, which, unknown to the dealer, makes it all the more alluring. It is the embarrassment and in turn the rarity of the scent that draws the mind to happiness. Not the scent itself, but what it represents. To feel life. To waft it in.
That’s what Mike Nigro’s music is. Sweet time displaced, to be remembered upon later. Sniff it below, and grab a copy from Nigro’s own Oxtail Recordings imprint here.
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