Having someone think you’re always watching them makes mental paranoia excruciating. Especially if it has nothing to do with context or content, reality or meanderings, or fucking. Check it, though: home-boii Acemo got all that straight on the chill. The world-building in Boarders feels like your silently running through the cold streets, peeking into windows, gathering a muffled mixture of sounds and colors, while beholding the mentality of voyeurist freedom. The context and content are all jumbled at the core, but mixed into a swelling of pleasantries your mammi would love listening to. Reality comes in cracks of meandering beats and vocals, functioning in (maybe) the natural world, or sweltering existence. Fucking. Fucking is all about people wanting to live. And life pinned to the Boarders is Acemo’s agenda here.
Figures this Acemo fellah would be poppin’ Boarders via Bootleg Tapes. The reel warp is there and fleshed out. Mixture is all transitional, but heavy on metamorphosis. And the pleasure of Kermit and textured rhythm.. good enough to close ya eyes on a snow-shit day like today. Lean back and enjoy. This Acemo Boarders was exactly what you needed today. Grip yourself a limited cassette and while you wait for delivery, stream it upon your conscious below:
• Acemo: https://soundcloud.com/acemo
• Bootleg Tapes: http://bootlegtapes.bandcamp.com
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