Koresma

I'm an instrumental music fiend. Every chance I get, I flip off rappers and singers alike, and hoard ALL the instruments. Fuck rappers. Fuck singers. Fuck yes. 

Koresma dropping "Bridges" right when the weather is starting to turn tasty is a sign that I have every right to sit half-intoxicated in my drawls on my back porch and watch the wind whip the weeds to and fro. The cool crisp beat is tits on its own, but that fucking guitar just meandering through a cup of coffee is fucking perrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrf.

I liken Koresma drops to Bonobo drops in that it doesn't necessarily have to break the mold previously hardened by the artist's last album release, it just has to make me feel comf as fuck, like the aforementioned last release. Koresma is the masseuse, and my flabby backside is his for the massagingz. 

And I believe I speak for the rest of earf when I say... "More please".

MORE! PLEASE!