The Shep

On a Friday in October

I made the unfortunate mistake of “remembering” the Macarena the other day and visuals of overweight mothers in fanny packs shaking their hips on the jumbo-tron at a Buffalo Bills game have been haunting me since. Not sure why I decided to kick off this post is such a manner. Maybe I’m beginning to draw some weird parallels between hype hysteria, sequenced dancing, my mom and errrr… funky?

I’ve picked up a few cuts in recent weeks that depart from the rnbvox/conga/123step hyperbole formula and opt for stripped down drum machines, chicago house nods and spacey pads. Check our recent posts on D-Malice for some great examples.

Roska - The Sheppard (HQ)