Friday, December 14, 2012
The Truth is Outchea…
My fellow earthlings! I have returned from an otherworldly experience. It’s been months, but my excuse is Rick-solid: I was abducted by extraterrestrials. The things I’ve seen…and, more importantly, heard. They cannot be unheard. Then again, I don’t WANT them to be unheard.
Don’t worry: The E.T.s was coo! No probing, or any other pause-worthy type shit. No, these Alien Life Forms, or ALFs for short (gawd I loved that fucking show; holds up, too, in case you’re wondering) just wanna kick it. Blow some spacely trees, sip some Henny (or Goose, in my case), and bob your head to some unearthly knocks…these four martian-mahfuckas had me on some Saturn-swag.
They called themselves Tay Sean, Jerm D, Mikey Nice and Jarv Dee, and kept talkin’ about bein’ from Cloud Nice. All I know is that together as Kingdom Crumbs, they put out some…ahem, Helladope fantastic flow over some etherealelectronicdiscofunkadelicsmokedout beastly beats. The planets and stars aligned for this one, fambly.
Now, it’s true, this self-titled debut has been out in the universe for a minute. Maybe you already copped this cosmic drop, and maybe you’ve been noddin’ along knowingly to this lil’ dispatch. Good for you. Hook me up with a late pass, though. I can’t help it, I’ve been on an intergalactic trip for a bit. Abducted, even. I ain’t mad though.
In fact, between the spacely-trees and Kingdom Crumbs LP (which you can get for whatever you want to pay for it…don’t be cheap, son), I got a bad case of the UFO: Unidentified Fiendin’ Outchea. Get you some.
Live long and prosper, bitches.