I've spent more than a few hours fixated on these next edits like a drooling dog glazing at a peanut butter stuffed Kong. MAM's release packs a powerful punch, it rolls along at a steady pace and would make a walk home at night a more mysterious and ominous affair than it should be. You really don't know what the song is thundering until your heart is skipping beats and breathing life into all your old dance moves.
Here's to MAM chewing up records and leaving me the mess.
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