Whoa! This is gentle and shit. Maybe not what I was expecting from NYC’s Sweat Equity, but Love Thyself by Tygapaw seems to bend nicely with their current direction of deep-pop. It’s striking! Loops and shit and, but—like, it’s a little deep in that perpetual ego: Love Thyself. The practice too bare the inside of purge. Accent on the en-yah. Tep on this depth of club only the flayed minimum can endure. Directionally, Love Thyself is Tygapaw absorption complete goddess:
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