Zavala

My favorite thing about Zavala, besides the pretty twinkle shimmers the dude bathes me in, is his ability to make me smile while confused. I never know where dude is going, and I always assume he's lost, but then I open my eyes and "holy fuck, we're hear!".

See that? That was a play on words bro. We're "HEAR"? CMON. CLAP. JUST CLAP AT THE WORDS ON THE PAGE BRO. GO. 

Zavala's production has always been borderline cinematic chase scene, but as the dude ages it seems more like he's branching out into the apocalyptic ceremonial bonfire soundtrack like we all had hoped.

"Turns Off" is completely unexpected, and as you wait for the beat to drop in some form or another, you notice all the swirling pretty birds and shit, but when it DOES drop, it drops in a way you never expected. But more importantly, it drops in a way you want to keep happening to you over and over and over and over and over. 

Zavala keeps muuuuurrrrdering. 

And I gleaned from a facebook conversation that this is a B-Side that won't be on his upcoming album and I'm almost offended because THIS IS BALLS. IF THIS IS A B-SIDE, that entire fucking album is going to give me an erection lasting longer than four hours that will force me to consult my physician. 

Zavala, an erection lasting longer than four hours. SOMEONE PUT THAT ON THE STICKER ON THE VINYL PRONTO BRONTO!