January 16, 2009
Somewhere in east London, 1,000 hipsters are sweatily touching themselves at the thought of Spank Rock teaming up with the world’s most skewed ice-cream vendors. But despite his ever-reliable flow (and he even reins in the filth!) the directionless electronica slips so quickly into monotony you have to wonder if this was created solely so the opening few bars could be used as a ringtone and the rest discarded like so much future trash.
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