Struck with the weight of fact almighty Straight up
Wrong time
But I’d hate to leave it all behind Because the memory is still fond
In my mind
The memory implores to look away The memory of scent and thereby taste Every precious causa sul;
I’m gonna cherish you and make
Your heart sing
The song of the rose absolute
The stories are curtailed
The art, the context, the portrayal Undermined
To be certain that our fate can refine Bear some semblance
To those very shapes outright
The shape of her prose
Distinctly oblique
Demanding regard from read to read Every reckless view decreed
I depend on you and you on me From insular growth one will bloom
Harsh Riddims chronicles the underground dance/hip-hop scene in Atlanta, and their latest compilation is full of oddball delights. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 14, 2020
Like so many others, this came like a bolt out of the blue and, even though it's well before payday, I had to have this astonishing album on vinyl to prove it exists. The feel of the tunes makes me feel like the Impressions do, Curtis Mayfield, the big spaces and instinctive horns and stuff drifting in and out. Great grooves and I can see lots of ghosts nodding along to this with big smiles on their faces. At last! Anthony Cottrell