Grandma is one of those names that if you know, you know and boy you fucking know. His voice melding with the choice of production blends all aspects of music we love. Pulsating bass kicking through the speakers, aside his gentle tone effortlessly glides through the sky. The songwriting is incredibly honest while it slices through us right to the core, then the synths wash over our heads. This is a true moment to take in and off kilter in the best ways.
These frames we’re provided by Aaron Fenichell and A Dead Dog, and they’re so beautifully chaotic. May the babies fly through the atmosphere and combust as they re-enter our planet. Music like this is a pure expression and it carries our mind to elsewhere while the stress attacks. Thank your Grandma, call your Grandma, thanks to this Grandma, we love you Grandma.
