Want fake gangsterism in your hip-hop? Sorry, Charlie. This emcee duo keeps it real honest.
He's a pianist, producer and singer, but in which order is indecipherable. And he's a rising star in an increasingly fickle and discerning, critical community.
The artful psych/pop group is great at writing haunting yet still-sunny pop songs that hide the occasionally apocalyptic viewpoint beneath their sprawl.
The rapper, who's got hip-hop heads eagerly awaiting his LP release in August, is still spitting like Kipling with a tooth missing.
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