Lamonte Young
Poem for Tables, Chairs and Benches
Released by Harvestworks
When I hear big hairy men shouting over white noise I’m more amused and embarrassed for them rather than scared. It’s like little boys feeling liberated by pretending they’re throwing grenades at the enemy camp. This track to me is in a different realm, ’cause it’s so detached, and presents itself as a cold and abstract scientific experiment. I really wanna know how he got that fresh distortion too. I doubt it’s a plug-in.
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