Son Raw could always eat another shrimp burrito.
I get it. After chilling in LA with the homie Jeff, I’m forced to admit that Dubstep can only make so much sense in a city that rolls at a medically induced 85BPM tempo. Cruising Angeleno streets, Curren$y, Spaceghost, Kendrick, Lotus, those are the names one draws for – the twitchy, nervous, skunk-fueled riddims of London sounding uncouth in an endless expanse of donut shops, taco trucks and low rise villas. I’ll make an exception for this Skream tune though considering it’s as spacious and blunted as the inside of Riff Raff’s head. Plus it’s better than anything J. Rabbit ever put out – that’s a side of LA that I’ll gladly pass on in favor of repertoire films and waffles.