For some artists though it isn’t about buzz, it isn’t about distribution, it isn’t even about numbers moved, it’s about making a classic album. FTTOHNL is grown folk rap music, no bullshit chart attempts, no weak fillers or skits, just one of the best in the world delivering an album regarded – and rightly so – an instant classic.
The sinister soundtrack forces your head to nod in appreciation for each and every track, you don’t dare hit skip despite your anticipation for what’s to come. Lyrically few in Australia, fuck that, few globally, can fuck with Trem, this is hip hop as it should be made, tracks repping the four elements, Melbourne’s dark underbelly and straight up lyrically shitting on inferior emcees.
A worldwide selection of beats combined with cutting you thought had been forgotten in modern hip hop make this the complete package. This is music of almost unrivalled quality in the Australian market, available strictly from independent stores as a middle finger to greed focussed chains, years best release, buy it.
