Pusha T has written absolute bangers all the way through Daytona like malware through a teenagers first laptop.
And yeah, it’s probably worth flagging up front, this is very much a music review written by the “man bun and Biffy Clyro” type of blogger, which, C’mon, you knew already.
So. You have either heard our podcast, in which case you definitely know what I’m talking about, or you haven’t heard our podcast, in which case, you kind of also prove my point.
We get it. His body is rocking. He’s polite. His hair is improbably perfect considering he flies at subsonic speeds, and your own doesn’t stay in place if you stand next to someone who breathes heavily. But. The real question. Does the world’s greatest do-gooder do it good? You understand, we’re boink scientists. So…
So. What do we do when we can’t do ourselves?
What do we do if we don’t want to do that because we’re scumbags and frankly teaching seems a little worthy?
Want a standup comic? YOU GOT IT BUDDY.
We’re in the process of establishing a live comedy night in Bedford. Is it a small town, yes. But are we the biggest comedy night in that small town? Of course not you damn fool.