The songs start out simple and addictive, talky, childlike, then it gets out of their control with mad scientist brilliance but completely in their control as they navigate through a masterpiece.
I'm a music critic now? What decade am I in?
Who's next, Sting?
Sting, technically sound like a studio musician, perfect. Live? Sounds like you're in the studio.
I'm a music critic now? What decade am I in?
Who's next, Sting?
Sting, technically sound like a studio musician, perfect. Live? Sounds like you're in the studio.
I'm told I'm the best DJ around. For more, see Song of the Day. Martha Quinn eat your heart out. Next up: EPMD, "B.E. the Green-Eyed Bandit." Something like that.
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