Palemen

The best is ignoring your SYFFAL music submissions for four full months only to have 922 unread music submission emails and the fourth one you open has you fucking nodding like you were supposed to do so at the exact time you did so, so you did so to do so when you did so to fucking nod that head like yeaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

Whoever the fuck this Palemen shit is? I WANT TO LIVE INSIDE OF ITS MOTHERBOARD, BROTHERBOARD.

The fresh apple sampletinis this motherfucker be shakins over his taut gnartender shoulder just the right amount of times before servins is just fucking disgusting.

The genre of electronic instrumental is either an excuse to space out or an invitation to concentrate, but I've never had one start playing in my headphones that immediately begs me to wiggle my toes and fingers and smile with my eyes closed. Palement starts his Shit Summer Mixtape like the guy has no clue how fucking money this shit sounds, it's just fucking flawlessly banging.

As much as I want to enjoy something else after running through the "mixtape" the first two times, I just can't get over how much it feels like iit's the musical demonstration of pulling the tablecloth out from under the dishes, where the flowers are still standing. This shit is fucking perrrrrrf bro.

The progression of songs 2, 3 and 4 are uncanny in their encapsulation of how the first three beers feel on a summer's afternoon, they're all smiles and filled with the promise of hours of giggles to come. Palemen's shit sounds like the realization you got when you watched Wreck It Ralph the first time and noticed it was one of the more entertainingly brilliant animated movies since the first time you watched Wall-E on drugs.

Just me?

OK EVERYONE EAT SHIT.

Palemen is fucking murdering me in my bleep sleep right the fuck now and all I wanna do is start this shit over and then put my snapping fingers out to my sides like an airplane and then twirling like a fucking gangster.

I just wanna gangster twirl to this Palemen fucker.

Stalk Palemen with me.