This Dead Summer shit right here is trippy as fuck, moody and undressed, it smells like the back of the closet after eating a baggy filled with mushrooms chased by bottle of Newman's Own low fat Caeser bruh. Devin B was telling me about this new project of his this weekend at the Elsphinx album release party, I caulked his talkiness up to the fact that Dez had fresh deli meats and stinky cheese, but it turns out there is actually a new banger attached to the madness and holy shit is it good.

With Ghost Inside, Devin delivers the goods as always, switching from his modernized boom bap leanings and diving into a more intimate portrait (no, not the intimate portrait of Devin I keep on my nightstand), I was equally impressed with his partner in rap Oz Alone, a new name for me but this fucker came with it. Gold Travolta, who has the best rap related name since Lil Half Dead drowns the beat in sensual futurism and pure goosebumps for your schvance.