Picture it; brothers huddled around a lit blunt, along down some winding avenue or perhaps a parking lot near the ferry on some dark grey October afternoon. It's a moving scene, no? Lost souls in the cultural wasteland that is our home, striving to find a meaning behind their paths.
It's these sorts of struggles and this kind of atmosphere I feel brings out the best in artists who grow up in environments like this; and I believe it's this sort of mentality that gave rise to The 90's Collection.
These kids have talent man, there's no denying that; like some forgotten age-old Motown catalog from back when music was good without even trying, these vocalists ooze through your headphones with an undeniable skill-set and charm.
And yet there's a moroseness behind the steady beat that Ceo has expertly laid down for them; a melancholy attitude that the gang seems to fit into comfortably; they vocalize their ambitions with the weight of the world upon them, dragging each uplifting thought and wish back down into the reality of these *ahem* dare I say it? slums we call home...
This track was a mark of beauty in a particularly rough day of mine, and I feel people in this borough have been having a lot of those, so here, just take a listen ^__^
Much Love from The 90's Collection... Thanks fromtheslums. We appreciate what you're doing for artists out there like us
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