TIMO MAAS M.A.A.S.M.E.L.L.O.W.

TIMO MAAS M.A.A.S.M.E.L.L.O.W.

TIMO MAAS M.A.A.S.M.E.L.L.O.W.

Recipe for sending a dance floor mad: Take one heavy-duty 4/4 rhythm, add a hip-grindingly funky bass-line, stir in a quirky little animal noise at the end of each paragraph and a breath-takingly searing mid-frequency breakdown, sprinkle on top a pinch of acid and cook for about eight minutes at 33 1/3 r.p.m. Best served very loud. Fatter than a lard-arse on a fried cheese binge.

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