190 words about "Luchini"
The Garcia Vega substitutes when the Dutch is gone.
A classic "the label wanted a single so we knocked one out after the album was done" track except in this instance the artists, feeling The Moment Enter The Room, went absolutely Super Saiyan or something, just transcended their corporeal form on the beat, because good lord listen to it: it's hard to disentangle the horn sample from the drums, the high-end from the low, the hook from the verse, the slang from the cadence. What is this, a Television track? Something sinuous, imagistic: the way Geechi Suede and Sonny Cheeba string together nouns like they're coherent sentences, emerging of their own volition ("Harlem Buck Strut, freezing world heist, Hollywood"). Of the seven things I remember from college, one of them is this track playing in my apartment at like 3 a.m., the party over but a few stragglers still making their way out, someone probably rallying futilely in the kitchen, and a girl I never saw before or since rapped this track to me and then disappeared. My point is, when they talk in 12-step meetings about defining a higher power for yourself, what I think of is "Luchini."
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