(Neumos) First name junk food, last name asshole/genius artist—that pretty much sums up Seattle's laid-back antagonist, Nacho Picasso. For the record, I like junk food, and there's certainly something guilty pleasure–ish about Nacho's unhurried, drippy hiphop ride through a stony haunted house. I could stand to hear the word "bitch" less often, or never (tall order, I know), but his depravity is hardly threatening when it's delivered in a lax bratitone amid bongloads of weird wordplay—the uneasy enjoyment of eating frozen pot brownies iced with green cough syrup and cobwebs. See also My Philosophy.
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