Well, well, well. We made it to the sacred number of all that is holy....number 3. Heavy right?! Like the state of the world. Get your third eye all jacked up with our favorite dirt bag, SLEAZEBALL.
Hailing from the gutter of God knows where, Sleazeball ended up in California at the tender age of 15 after hitch hiking with mid west hippies from Nebraska. He attended a Goa Trance party in the hills of Santa Barbra and dosed out on a vile of what he thought was breath mints. In his mind he went to an alternate universe of perpetual sleaze, and lives up to the reality to this day, that is to say he has not returned from the sleaziest reality in the known multiverse. Anyways we like the poor bastard enough to give his tracks some love because he puts his branded psychedelic sleaze sounds over the beat and really digs deep for that bass.
Hailing from the gutter of God knows where, Sleazeball ended up in California at the tender age of 15 after hitch hiking with mid west hippies from Nebraska. He attended a Goa Trance party in the hills of Santa Barbra and dosed out on a vile of what he thought was breath mints. In his mind he went to an alternate universe of perpetual sleaze, and lives up to the reality to this day, that is to say he has not returned from the sleaziest reality in the known multiverse. Anyways we like the poor bastard enough to give his tracks some love because he puts his branded psychedelic sleaze sounds over the beat and really digs deep for that bass.
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