This is the swinger's pajamaz: a mic grip like a vice grip, mitchmatic has the power of man's red flower on this potent and potential pushing coup d'raw.
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8-bit monkey soup vodka cran tonic water salivation rapz, crunched and crunked and silly-tucked to the silky underbelly of a heavy brooding cloud. It's a video game turned into a lurching centipede then into a feather that gives you a cape and into a flower that flames in your jowls and then a star that illuminates you, shimmering, sprinting madly through the euphoria of candy coloured fluorescence, awkwardly, awkwardly, awkwardly...
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Feral Horse is Tyler Butler's glistening magnum opus (thus far) of subdued folk, gilded and richly appointed in his contrite musings and highly cultivated bedroom recordings. Lyrically, this album is a virtuous (and welcome) departure from the often shameless and wearying bathos of singer/songwriter fare. The recordings themselves offer such a warmth and intimacy, highly difficult to ascertain in any medium. These songs harness a placement outside of the vogue. Truly Feral Horse is, in so many words, a folk celebration.
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