Nothing Rhymes with Propaganda

Super Fertile - CRA$H

I just can't get into summer music yet. I haven't quite thawed inside. It takes me a while. So how about this cold Zola track chucked into the Rory defroster? A confusing haze of being heavily referential and forward-thinking at the same time. Darkness that embraces you, but not too close, to dance. Pop in a minor key. Cynical toes dipped into summer auto-tune. It still might snow.

Nika + Rory - I'm Not Going Anywhere (mp3)