Tag: Junior Reid

  • Djungel

    This sound, that stinks of dirty sneakers (never boots, they’re meant for da smeris speaks of djungel, uprooted flowerpots (never flares, maybe strobelight analysis strewn across the asfalt like the remains (not the actual remains, mind, but echoes of tribal war, racial war – bloooood! Yeah, (not just like Junior Reid, more an actual song…