
Seven minutes of murky, downtempo trap. A hazy triptych of heartbreak and mental fatigue recorded through a thick layer of tape hiss and regret.
November 3, 2015
A heavy, drug-induced haze of regret and existential exhaustion that feels both intimate and distant.
How does I No Longer Fear the Razor Guarding My Heel (II) sound next to the rest of $uicideboy$'s catalogue?
It runs markedly cooler and more held-back than this artist's baseline.
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