L'Orange & Kool Keith

You know you’re doing something amazing when you can make a track with Kool fucking Keith and I take time out of my Sunday watching Home Alone for the first time with my son to talk about your jazzy production: but BALLS if L’Orange isn’t the large McDonald’s coffee of consistency. Like how Target stores the nation wide all smell the same as if they’ve canned their customer-friendly aroma of Jergen’s moisturizing lotion and plastic wrappers on the Up & Up.

I love every beat that L’Orange peels off. 

I have no idea what Kool Keith is rapping about in this song. But I didn’t try very hard. I’m not sure that trying hard is really what Kool Keith wants. He seems content to say those strange things that occur inside his beautiful brain, a brain that from which heretofore we’ll refer to as Gary. Gary knows that you aren’t tuning into Kool Keith because Kool Keith will dress up in a space suit with an Elvis wig and stride confidently into your holiday soirée. Gary is for real with this. 

And we love him for that!