Lakutis

I'll start of by saying this, 3 Seashells is either nails on a chalk board, while getting nagged by your wife or the first time you got a handjob.

For me, it's the second choice.

Sure, it was rough and kind of hurt, BUT you powered thru and busted that nut, half on your chest and some on your neck area a bit. All with a huge, idiot, 14 year old, dumbass smile on your face.

Now, Lakutis raps like a person who could give two runny shits about you as a person. It's like he got his beats and was like, " yo...I'm going to write some shit that's going to piss really old white people off at a red light AND stupid ass whiney, 90's elitist, backpack wearing, 40-year old hip-hop purists."

I'm willing to bet one of my six kids that he completed that personal goal with the score of a 100% and sleeps like a fucking baby.

Lakutis is not your typical lyrical Miracle Whip-type rapper.

No! He's a punk rock god who happens to make catchy-ass rap songs that don't seem to make any sense. Unless...you're in on the joke.

Lakutis also knows some of the best producers in the indie music scene right now and they helped make this beautiful train wreck. Two of my friends and sweetie-pie heads, Steep Tipped Dove ( "Animal", "Jesus Piece") and DJ Sicksentz, helped make some of the best noise on the album. Sicksentz's beat on "Blackswan" ft DVS, sounds like this time my friend Nully told me about the time he blew up a camel in the first Desert Storm with a rocket launcher. True story.
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My favorite track is "Too Ill for the Law" produced by HGHWIND. This song gets me so fucking amped up I feel like I could steal a cop car, tazer a K-9 unit dog, and absolutely nothing would happen to me.

Even though this album has quite a few producers, it was tracked out well. Hot Sugar produced "Body Scream." At first, it seems out of place but it helps keep the testosterone at bay. The song also makes you realize Lakutis is having a good time and wants you to sing along with him in your car. The whole thing ends on "Dope As Fuck" produced by Bill Ding. The bass on this mother fucker is so god damn deep it'll make your teeth chatter and reminisce of the day you got Dj Magic Mike on tape and tried to see how many speakers you could destroy with it.

I'll admit this won't be for everyone. But for the ones that do get it, this will be your shit! Because this IS that shit! 3 Seashells is name your price on Bandcamp. So go bury your face in it and thank me later.