
A murky, short-form collection of dusty soul loops and gravelly street poetry. Stripped of radio polish, it feels like a lost transmission from a Queens basement.
July 14, 2016
A cold, focused, and deeply atmospheric meditation on street life and lyrical craft.
How does 1970 Something sound next to the rest of Lloyd Banks's catalogue?
It runs notably cooler and more held-back than this artist's baseline.
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