I'm flying to Portland to sleep on Mike Golden's couch and go to shows and pretend I live far away from where I actually do. Los Angeles has that affect sometimes.

"Even lovers need a little time away… from each ooooooootherrrrr."

I'm looking forward to public transportation that takes me place I actually want to go, seemingly more food trucks than actual restaurants, chicks who dig husky bearded white guys who rap, and knitted scarves on public statues.

Also while in that fantastic Ewok Village of a city, I'm going to see Ceschi and Sadistik, or for most people I should say Sadistik and Ceschi. It's one in a long line of what are rapidly becoming classic Niklas Oliver lineups.

This song is one more step into Sadistik actually transforming into white rap Jesus. The emo is FULL THROTTLE on this mofo but at this point that's what I press play on Sadistik's music to get. Producer Kno and Sadistik have a new record called, Phantom Limbs, that just dropped and I'm sad nobody has sent me a review copy yet. If this song is any indication, I would gobble that shizz with a grapefruit spoon.