There is something so damn satisfyingly unsatisfying about a solid, short track. Like, repeat repeat repeat. It’s brevity nourishing, yet not fattening. Like, not hungry, just want another bite. Have you ever gone swimming for 20 minutes, then were asked to leave the pool? Still a good time, just leaves you wanting more.
Pootie’s “Solomon” flies this route. His flow is smooth, the beat is smooth, then, it’s over. Gosh. Again. Repeat repeat repeat.
