Tayyab Amin: One for the tranquil Sunday mornings where the world stops and time can’t pass any slower. (4)Ĭarl Anka: Very nice, presumably expensive ambience, but there’s nothing about this that belongs outside a very obnoxious art gallery. After last year’s ferociously terrible 32 Levels album, though, that classic cloud-rap recipe feels like a comparative return to form. (7)Ĭhal Ravens: I like the whiff of chintzy exotica around here, but we’re in pretty familiar Instrumentals territory – it sounds like Clams, no more, no less.
It’s good to hear Clams still serving up delicacies. In actual fact, this fuck-up was more likely a reflection of my broke early-2010s diet, consisting mainly of pasta and cereal, and also the fact I know shit all about nice food. Looking back, I like to think this faux pas was a reflection of my obsession with his just-released Instrumentals 2 tape at the time, as if I’d listened to his beat for A$AP’s ‘Bass’ so many times, reality had begun to rewrite itself around him and this century-old delicacy simply MUST be on the menu in his honor.
Al Horner: I once saw clams casino (the dish) on a Dalston restaurant menu and excitedly asked the waiter if it was named after the producer.
