

The sonic equivalent of lemonade dripping down your chin at the roller rink-breezy, Through the prism of old school hip-hop and studded with elements of funk. So is “Sorry I’m Late.” The record’s five songs are pure summer pop, refracted Papi Juice? It sounds like a gay porn, I have to go,” Jackson exclaims. “When I first heard of Papi Juice I was like What the fuck? Playing manic pop sets-a sped-up version of Ariana Grande’s “No Tears Left toĬry” comes to mind-at parties and institutions like Bubble_T, MoMA PS1,Īnd Papi Juice. He made a name throughout New York as Skype Williams,

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