Sammy Warm Hands

I dig inspiration. Most of the music I like feels like a beam of astral light shone down into the brain piece of the artist and art falls forth unto the world and into my considerably waxy ears (I'm trying to ween myself from q-tips) like a gift of a massage chair from Brookstone.

A couple of weeks ago, I reviewed Graves33's instrumental record, Smoke Filled Rooms. One of the things, besides the hazed out production, was that the record was open for anybody who bought the release to use, albeit nonexclusively. When I say 'use', I mean on the soundtrack of your indie flick, as a beat for your bedroom mixtape, or to bring down the house at your cousin Rachel's wedding! 

Enter Sammy Warm Hands. Also previously covered on SYFFAL for his cerebral and forward-thinking raps, Sammy wasted not a fucking day before taking Graves33 up on his offer. Smoke Filled Rooms was released and in like five days Sammy Warm Hands posted his new stream-of-consciousness, free EP, Freewrites using Graves' nonexclusive beat offerings.

The record literally poured out of Mr. Warm Hands like the baby oil he constantly applies to keep his baby-soft skin game smooth. He recorded it as an exercise to get back writing after exhaustedly returning from tour. And you gotta remember, by "tour", he most likely means sleeping sitting up for weeks while riding in a van packed with other fat rappers and their bad habits and merch. To say that you're exhausted is such an understatement. After tour, I always more felt disillusioned with humanity, and unsure of my future as a person participating in society. I also have become a fan of Febreze. Bring it on tour. It's perfect for freshening up the blanket you've been using to sleep on dirty carpets and stained couches, or hitting those boxer briefs you've worn more times than you'd publicly admit, or just to spray on the homie as he snores and sweats next to you on a sticky, vinyl van seat. Thank me later.

As for the new songs, the track I suggested someone make a porno too, "Seduction of the Silver Screen," starts out like this: If it appears like I don't give a fuck, it's because I don't give a fuck / whether I'm bald head shaved or blue-hair crazed / it's all subtly telling you one thing: I'm not one of your believers / and I don't just mean Jesus / I'm adult and I dress like Beavis." I fucking snorted. While admittedly not a porno, I think Sammy Warm Hands somehow made this my favorite track on Freewrites.

I dig inspiration and Sammy Warm Hands fucking poured himself into this one. It felt like it's a record that just happened and the stench of sensh spontaneity is seductive.

Love,
Brando