Hangin' At The Beach
Outta sight since early last year, LA’s Delroy Edwards gets back in the game with Hangin At The Beach - a 30-track, 52 minute mixtape/album of sand-in-the-machine funk and nostalgia for sun bleached ‘80s garage wave pop.
It’s the kind of thing you might expect from a humid weekend spent between James Ferraro, Eric Copeland and Legowelt, only way funkier; maybe more like a zonked out DaM-FunK jamming with Zak Mering’s Greatest Hits, or the teenaged tapes of a stoner surfer with lots of dream time on his hands.
The tracks are all so short, and with so much variation, that he’s almost comparable to a young Rodney Mullen freestyling with tapes, synths and drum boxes instead of a skateboard, nailing the vibe with a deceptively effortless, louchely personalised style that’s key to whatever he turns his hand to, whether its Slowed Down Funk or rasping’ ghetto house.
To be fair, DJs may struggle to utilise the shortest parts, but the slightly longer nuggets do lend themselves to the ‘floor, as with the jabbin’ hotstepper Moscow Girls and the fuzzy, low-down funk of Butterflies. But ultimately it’s best consumed in one sitting, preferably whilst Hangin’ At The Beach or at least in front of your computer with an exotic screensaver.
Warmest recommendation!
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Outta sight since early last year, LA’s Delroy Edwards gets back in the game with Hangin At The Beach - a 30-track, 52 minute mixtape/album of sand-in-the-machine funk and nostalgia for sun bleached ‘80s garage wave pop.
It’s the kind of thing you might expect from a humid weekend spent between James Ferraro, Eric Copeland and Legowelt, only way funkier; maybe more like a zonked out DaM-FunK jamming with Zak Mering’s Greatest Hits, or the teenaged tapes of a stoner surfer with lots of dream time on his hands.
The tracks are all so short, and with so much variation, that he’s almost comparable to a young Rodney Mullen freestyling with tapes, synths and drum boxes instead of a skateboard, nailing the vibe with a deceptively effortless, louchely personalised style that’s key to whatever he turns his hand to, whether its Slowed Down Funk or rasping’ ghetto house.
To be fair, DJs may struggle to utilise the shortest parts, but the slightly longer nuggets do lend themselves to the ‘floor, as with the jabbin’ hotstepper Moscow Girls and the fuzzy, low-down funk of Butterflies. But ultimately it’s best consumed in one sitting, preferably whilst Hangin’ At The Beach or at least in front of your computer with an exotic screensaver.
Warmest recommendation!
Outta sight since early last year, LA’s Delroy Edwards gets back in the game with Hangin At The Beach - a 30-track, 52 minute mixtape/album of sand-in-the-machine funk and nostalgia for sun bleached ‘80s garage wave pop.
It’s the kind of thing you might expect from a humid weekend spent between James Ferraro, Eric Copeland and Legowelt, only way funkier; maybe more like a zonked out DaM-FunK jamming with Zak Mering’s Greatest Hits, or the teenaged tapes of a stoner surfer with lots of dream time on his hands.
The tracks are all so short, and with so much variation, that he’s almost comparable to a young Rodney Mullen freestyling with tapes, synths and drum boxes instead of a skateboard, nailing the vibe with a deceptively effortless, louchely personalised style that’s key to whatever he turns his hand to, whether its Slowed Down Funk or rasping’ ghetto house.
To be fair, DJs may struggle to utilise the shortest parts, but the slightly longer nuggets do lend themselves to the ‘floor, as with the jabbin’ hotstepper Moscow Girls and the fuzzy, low-down funk of Butterflies. But ultimately it’s best consumed in one sitting, preferably whilst Hangin’ At The Beach or at least in front of your computer with an exotic screensaver.
Warmest recommendation!
Outta sight since early last year, LA’s Delroy Edwards gets back in the game with Hangin At The Beach - a 30-track, 52 minute mixtape/album of sand-in-the-machine funk and nostalgia for sun bleached ‘80s garage wave pop.
It’s the kind of thing you might expect from a humid weekend spent between James Ferraro, Eric Copeland and Legowelt, only way funkier; maybe more like a zonked out DaM-FunK jamming with Zak Mering’s Greatest Hits, or the teenaged tapes of a stoner surfer with lots of dream time on his hands.
The tracks are all so short, and with so much variation, that he’s almost comparable to a young Rodney Mullen freestyling with tapes, synths and drum boxes instead of a skateboard, nailing the vibe with a deceptively effortless, louchely personalised style that’s key to whatever he turns his hand to, whether its Slowed Down Funk or rasping’ ghetto house.
To be fair, DJs may struggle to utilise the shortest parts, but the slightly longer nuggets do lend themselves to the ‘floor, as with the jabbin’ hotstepper Moscow Girls and the fuzzy, low-down funk of Butterflies. But ultimately it’s best consumed in one sitting, preferably whilst Hangin’ At The Beach or at least in front of your computer with an exotic screensaver.
Warmest recommendation!
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Outta sight since early last year, LA’s Delroy Edwards gets back in the game with Hangin At The Beach - a 30-track, 52 minute mixtape/album of sand-in-the-machine funk and nostalgia for sun bleached ‘80s garage wave pop.
It’s the kind of thing you might expect from a humid weekend spent between James Ferraro, Eric Copeland and Legowelt, only way funkier; maybe more like a zonked out DaM-FunK jamming with Zak Mering’s Greatest Hits, or the teenaged tapes of a stoner surfer with lots of dream time on his hands.
The tracks are all so short, and with so much variation, that he’s almost comparable to a young Rodney Mullen freestyling with tapes, synths and drum boxes instead of a skateboard, nailing the vibe with a deceptively effortless, louchely personalised style that’s key to whatever he turns his hand to, whether its Slowed Down Funk or rasping’ ghetto house.
To be fair, DJs may struggle to utilise the shortest parts, but the slightly longer nuggets do lend themselves to the ‘floor, as with the jabbin’ hotstepper Moscow Girls and the fuzzy, low-down funk of Butterflies. But ultimately it’s best consumed in one sitting, preferably whilst Hangin’ At The Beach or at least in front of your computer with an exotic screensaver.
Warmest recommendation!