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. 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?