With catchy hooks and displays of actual talent, this self-titled album reminds us all of what’s its like to be 16, with only lust and liquor on your mind.
Nine. That’s the number of producers on Decomposer. It helps emphasize their ability to seamlessly transfer from goofy and gross to soulful and serious.
One of the stranger to books to’ve ever graced my coffee table. Who writes down their deepest, darkest secret, then mails it to someone to put in a book?