Boyyy, if footwork only existed in my life 11 years ago when I was working as bike messenger in Columbus, Ohio. Packages would’ve been delivered ON TIME. Happy hours would’ve been met four or five drinks prior to ending. Extra money would’ve been dealt out accordingly to those who do them low-key DUI round-twos. Alley races would’ve been a little more violent. And that feeling of scar tissue would now be something a little more relivable.
Turn it back to K. Locke Traxx’s new Lab Experiment Vol. 3. You got the memories reappropriated with song. New genre swag blaring bass into memory realms just as prominent as the samples being sliced within a game of dice. Like oldies that are as familiar as the dance you decided to two-step. Strapped in. Stepped up. And complete adrenaline. Never forget the Lab Experiments. K. Locke Traxx taking Vol. 3 by the hands and flinging feet like it’s Fifa ‘16. Can we get a slice a butter to slide?
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