It's brilliant but I've heard it all before. The only thing that makes this record identifiable in a line-up to me is it's gorgeous lyrical performance. Perhaps with a few more listens the words will sink in and the instrumentation will follow suit.

A BBNG subplot, with former and present members Matthew Tavares & Leland Whitty coming together to spin out a little odyssey of jazz. Not much else to be discussed, it is gorgeous whenever it feels like it, a must-hear for anyone with an affinity to full bodies of jazz.

Missy, there isn't a single motherfucking miss found here her miss.

This record took a while to get going, I'd say by track 7 things get lost in swirlings of jazz and systematic lyricism, less held to telling complete stories more interested in chasing the rhyme of its instrumentation. At its highest points Milo's ego gets swallowed up by the backpacking beat caught peddling along hills of stunning instrumentation painted by the hands of Kenny Segal good bless his touch, reaching out among the strung up basslines of "Mr Mike Parvizi" (how he fucked me ... read more