Flapjack Records welcomes back the tastefully decadent That Peruvian Boy with a scorcher of an EP. Quickly becoming a staple here at Flapjack Records, That Peruvian Boy just dominates the bass and drums. What can I say, the sauce is the boss, and that Peruvian sauce is the fat and juicy to complete musical taste bud satisfaction. Smothering a healthy amount of his stuff all over this %u201CTop Billin%u2019 EP%u201D has created a surefire classic amongst the Flapjack repertoire.
A great sauce usually starts with a vision. %u201CBrooklyn Heights%u201D was born of this vision out of sheer blindness most likely. It is doubtful That Peruvian Boy has ever stepped foot in Brooklyn or the state of New York for that matter, but the essence captured is pure and divine, like a fine box of wine.
%u201CBrooklyn Heights (Scrubfish Remix)%u201D adds just the right amount of Chicago spice to this amazing vision. There is a bit of a fishy aftertaste, but the brute force of the flavor is something to be reckoned with. Add this into your spice rack for a well rounded palate pleaser.
Every sauce needs a solid bass to build upon. %u201CTime 2 Be%u201D takes the vision at hand and builds upon a nice vinegary bass mish-moshed with a secret elixir that can only be described as a combination of saw dust and vomit. It%u2019s deep, gritty, and pungent, which stings the nostrils. 60% of the time, it works every time.
To finish her off, That Peruvian Boy adds a bit of that %u201CSame Old Shizz%u201D. This aforementioned shizz has probably been handed down generation after generation through the family household as a way to ward of strangers and other demonish odors. In the case of the %u201CTop Billin%u2019 EP%u201D it adds the final panache that novelists and starving poets endlessly dream about whilst wasting away penniless in remote cabins on the European countryside. It%u2019s not so hard to write, you just have to use the right sauce. Like I said before, the sauce is the boss.
A great sauce usually starts with a vision. %u201CBrooklyn Heights%u201D was born of this vision out of sheer blindness most likely. It is doubtful That Peruvian Boy has ever stepped foot in Brooklyn or the state of New York for that matter, but the essence captured is pure and divine, like a fine box of wine.
%u201CBrooklyn Heights (Scrubfish Remix)%u201D adds just the right amount of Chicago spice to this amazing vision. There is a bit of a fishy aftertaste, but the brute force of the flavor is something to be reckoned with. Add this into your spice rack for a well rounded palate pleaser.
Every sauce needs a solid bass to build upon. %u201CTime 2 Be%u201D takes the vision at hand and builds upon a nice vinegary bass mish-moshed with a secret elixir that can only be described as a combination of saw dust and vomit. It%u2019s deep, gritty, and pungent, which stings the nostrils. 60% of the time, it works every time.
To finish her off, That Peruvian Boy adds a bit of that %u201CSame Old Shizz%u201D. This aforementioned shizz has probably been handed down generation after generation through the family household as a way to ward of strangers and other demonish odors. In the case of the %u201CTop Billin%u2019 EP%u201D it adds the final panache that novelists and starving poets endlessly dream about whilst wasting away penniless in remote cabins on the European countryside. It%u2019s not so hard to write, you just have to use the right sauce. Like I said before, the sauce is the boss.
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