>> ‘…the fonk…..overbite….bassline…’
Shove your eggs (not that Salted Caramel Hotel Chocolat one though) this is whats needed for an Easter Sunday – a top quality EP of effortless, neck-snapping bassline pop-funk.
His name is Harlan and he’s one of those I-can-and-therefore-I-bloody-do-play-every-instrument-ever-invented gifted sort of fellows. Except drums apparently. Lazy. Continue Reading →



