"Atop lushly warped R&B synths, stuttering, mutated 2-step drum patterns and deep subbass that drops in and out without warning, a pitched down vocal, and measuredly repeats. The already disorienting formula becomes even wilder midway through when the vocal is suddenly pitched up and the initial woozy pattern is fed amphetamines: words repeat until it starts to sound like a slum ocean. Which is not a bad metaphor for the footwork oeuvre, music obsessed with changing dynamics, and all the manic tendencies you would expect from the children of trap music and ghetto house."
quote from Stephen Kerr on A Love Letter to Chicago Juke
damn this is dope
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