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In a small western town, Drop The Lime and Wayne Lonesome caught a breakfast table out in the sun. Doublefisting beers, DTL offered to take Lonesome's vocals, speed them up, slow them down, put some fuct up beats under them, and make it sound like the majestic MC was born to be married to them. In this new world of cutting killy sound, his lyrical skills ascend to a new level of dancehall disaster. Tapping into old-school jungle and new dirt grime, DTL punches basslines till knuckles bleed, slits snares like wrists and demands that it is time to push deadly moves on the dancefloor. Critically acclaimed for ultra-minimal explorations of the techno sound, Montrealer Ghislain Poirier recently converted to the religion of head-bobbing with his punishing ragga-style beats and deconstructed, abstract hip hop. |
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