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Verbal Cabbage by Dunes...No Shame, Blowin' Up Like Propane

On Verbal Cabbage by Dunes, a collab between beatmaker Sweeps and lyricist Bill Grease, Grease raps about "blowing up the spot, shit's propane", the record cover's neon blue and mustard hues looking like a propane flame itself. Like synesthesia, you can hear these colors in Sweeps' beats, while Bill Grease cuts thru the sunset soft shades with slightly saturated vocals and dense flow in nicely asymmetric patterns.

Grease states "you think I'm doberman but lately baby I be puggin' on velvet pillows". Sweeps' beat is that soft texture: ghostly flute on "Cold Game", cinematic strings and keys sprinkled later, soft synth pads omnipresent, seductive horns making appearances throughout. And yes, as Bill Grease sums up well, "this is nice init".

"Billy Grease got the beats that make your speakers melt metal", "more retarded than the President", and in "Cold Game" Bill Grease states "I'll be slicker this year", a simple statement amid his his surrounding cerebral imagery. While Sweeps and Grease bump their latest of two EPs, and others start to record to catch up, let's hope Dunes close out the year with another slicker, even greasier, sweeping record.

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