Playboi Carti has done it again, and in much the same way as he did it previously. You could be forgiven for losing faith. Last year’s eponymous debut felt insurgent, the culmination of a frothing SoundCloud movement that had grown from insular community to mainstream breeding ground in a matter of months.

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Alhough Any Day seems like an apt opportunity for a bit of a retrospective, that might be tempting fate too much. The Sea and Cake, like their label, have endured a lot of years, and it’s a wonder that they haven’t gone nuts trying to change with them. While there has been subtle variation, their music has stayed more or less the same through all of it. Maybe the fact that each member has projects separate from the group has helped its balmy sound remain intact.

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thoughts on “adult cinema” while under the influence of the,,,,

Stupid

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The first time we fall in love, the world feels uncomfortably bright. Everyday life takes on an oversaturated quality, as if the scenes playing out before us were flecked with magentas and blues that don’t quite belong, a vividness distilled into one person. Like a chemical high — which love is, of course — we momentarily drift into a consciousness that we can’t quite contain. It’s a dream performed with eyes wide open.

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Certainly, ripping out the fucking threads with which one’s lips were sewn shut was loud. Certainly, the screaming rage and freedom after the mouth’s maw was released was loud, too. And certainly, when screams through lacerated lips were still caged with pain, this Evangelista, this aching possibility of song, arrived as from above, if only to announce that this scream could be screamed. This lonely angel of pitch-black terror but even also of resplendence, joy, would arrive to announce that there was still an up through which to speak.

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