Got my hands on NehruvianDOOM’s self-titled effort. You’re telling me DOOM’s collaborator, Bishop Nehru, is 18? People are just getting better and better. This album is fantastic. At 18 I could barely make eggs for myself, you expect me to believe this motherfucker can rap and produce like this? Nah. He’s made a deal with Satan.

DOOM is on point as always. I always look forward to material from him. Bonus points from the Alien sample; “just stay away from me Bishop”.

Got my hands on NehruvianDOOM’s self-titled effort. You’re telling me DOOM’s collaborator, Bishop Nehru, is 18? People are just getting better and better. This album is fantastic. At 18 I could barely make eggs for myself, you expect me to believe this motherfucker can rap and produce like this? Nah. He’s made a deal with Satan.

DOOM is on point as always. I always look forward to material from him. Bonus points from the Alien sample; “just stay away from me Bishop”.

Any time I see a high quality photograph of a face on Tumblr I just automatically assume it’s actually a painting because I’ve been caught off guard by that shit so many time it isn’t even surprising anymore. The Tumblr generation ruins you, I swear - hyper realistic painting of an Asian lady’s face covered in cream? Yawn. Northern lights? Don’t make me laugh. Microscopic sculptures of famous landmarks, carved blindfolded, upside down by a savant with one arm? Booooor-riiiiiiing.

I don’t know what it is about being wide awake at this time. I feel like I want to receive a strange phone call; it’s a friend, they’re driving, they sound frantic. They’re coming to pick me up in five minutes, I need to wear comfortable shoes and they’ll explain when I get in the car. I hear the tyres pummelling gravel before the headlights beam through my bathroom window. They’re going to break into a house to rescue someone and they need an extra pair of hands because it could get messy. I begin to feel tired in the car thanks the ambient hum of mild early morning traffic but adrenaline keeps me going. I return home as the sun rises, covered in cuts and bruises from the fight out of the house. I flick the kettle on and retreat to bed after brewing some tea. Finally, I can sleep and have a level of rest that matches how much energy I have left.

That kind of mood, you know?