James has been slamming out Jamesjams for decades. Have a listen to one of my favorites:
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Good people, unfortunately due to circumstances beyond our control, the “clean” version of our new album, The Hot Sauce Committee pt 2 has leaked. So as a hostile and retaliatory measure with great hubris we are making the full explicit aka filthy dirty nasty version available for streaming on our site. We hope this brings much happiness, hugs, and harmony. Enjoy Kikoos for life!
Thanks, Boys. Keep it dirty. Preorder here.
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You’re listening to: Kod Hang Kam – The Circle of Karma. If this inspires you to go to Thailand, check out all the songs that may soon appear in Soul Sides’ mixtape: Pass the Sriracha: Soul, Funk and Psych from the Asian Diaspora here.
If you need more, slam here.
(Pictured are ‘The Impossibles‘)
I’ll just quote from their myspace page:
After a year of tracking and mixing, GAYNGS is officially ready to release the album, entitled Relayted. The initial goal was achieved perfectly, yet Relayted sounds refreshing and modern. With each song written at 69 BPM’s, and tripped-out transitions from song to song, it is truly an audio experience from start to finish.
I got their album and it’s very warm and comfortable but dramatic–the 69bpm feature is partly to blame. Go get it.
For a textual teaser, below are lyrics for “The Last Prom on Earth” Continue reading “Gayngs (Relayted)”
It’s like candy
I can feel it when you walk
Even when you talk it takes over me
You’re so dandy
I wanna know
Can you feel it too just like I do
Twelve-Thirty (Young Girls Are Coming To The Canyon)https://moneydick.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/12-Twelve-Thirty-Young-Girls-Are-Coming-To-The-Canyon.mp3″
TWELVE-THIRTY (Young Girls Are Coming To The Canyon) – The Mamas and the Papas
I used to live in New York City
Everything there was dark and dirty
Outside my window was a steeple
With a clock that always said twelve-thirty
Young girls are coming to the canyon
And in the mornings I can see them walkin’
I can no longer keep my blinds drawn
And I can’t keep myself from talkin’
At first so strange to feel so friendly
To say “Good mornin'” and really mean it
To feel these changes happenin’ in me
But not to notice till I feel it Continue reading “I used to live in New York City [music]”