No man is an island but I wished I was fucking on one when I heard this miserable dirge. This is the musical equivalent of an aging Bassett Hound resting its drooling jowls on paws that are two days away from a fatal injection. Not even the presence of Little Brother’s Phonte Coleman can rescue the sometime Dilated Peoples’ rapper from raising the Christmas suicide rate with this. Apparently his EP’s going to be called The Layover – I’d fucking have one if I was him. Evidence – you should never ask for whom the bell tolls. It tolls for you son.
Out now on Decon US