06.04.2010
Standing on the edge of summer
A few days ago, Adam Riff linked to “the only summer mixtape you’ll ever need.” A pretty bold claim, and an obviously false one at that, but it suckered me in anyway. The mixtape is called Sumor: Zwei, and I suggest you download it — soon your summer parties will be rocking into the zwei hours of the night.


The mixtape mostly features tracks released in 2010, with a varied guest list including, but not limited to, Big Boi, Major Lazer, Tobacco, Crookers, my man Mux Mool, and… uh… Robyn.
So yeah, I just posted a Robyn track. Look, it was produced by Diplo, and everything the man drips his powers over is more infectious than the herps to me. I can’t help it. I’m a bitch for those world beats, dogg! Regardless, if you can’t get into this because of some misguided sense of toughness, then you must be a bigger man than me. And by “bigger”, I mostly mean “considerably more terrified of being perceived as homosexual”. But also literally bigger, because my god, those breasts of yours look spectacular all pumped full of HGH.
Anyway, don’t get scared off too easily if you can’t bear the shame of people overhearing you listening to Robyn in the subway. This is a great party album, and for the most part it definitely feels like summer. Aside from the de facto mega club bangers, it’s pumped full of head-bob-worthy, chilled-out beats that only get better with a beer and a blunt.
Downsides? The mixtape takes a depressing turn halfway through “Side B”, which I suppose is apropos in a “mourning the end of Summer and all those bangin’ hookups” kind of way. Nonetheless, real life is depressing enough as it is, I don’t need my music to pick up any of the slack. It would have been nice to power through the entire second half of the mix with facemelters so we could spend the final days of summer partying our braincells into oblivion, instead of crying on the couch, snotting into a half-pint of Ben & Jerry’s. That’s what winter’s for, anyway.
P.S., sorry in advance if I made anyone catch an epileptic seizure over something as dumb as a Jungle Book animated gif.