This piece was originally posted in February of 2018.
Right from the shuffle fills, we have some very pleasant and precise melodic tinder for a nice soul fire.
Straight outta Motown, the vibe is chill and feels like a Sunday afternoon drinkathon, circa hour 2. Pass me the blunt and I'll have a whiskey soda. I'm going to crunch my tortilla chip in perfect quarter-note time, mothafucka. Preferably by the pool.