Seated on their royal throne of accumulated compliments, indisputably attained due to them being unprecedented, sits STUFF. They could care less about it being lonely at the top. This is a band with capitals and a period, typography that isn’t flashy but informs you on how they manage to melt jazz, electronics, funk and hiphop into a new alloy that will make platinum loose its shine. Complete control, musical mastery and the feeling you get when putting pop rocks on your tongue. Nice!

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