This is the perfect complement to the unexpectedly sunny day that has just confronted me (and my standard Saturday morning headache). It’s all bright and cheery and there are people walking dogs, eating ice creams and sunbathing with tanning reflectors. Ok…so not quite, but it’s still warm and I’m pretty sure everyone out there is listening to this on their iPods which makes it seem better anyway. Let’s face it, a Star Slinger refix of a Kendrick Lamar track is always going to be good unless the former has suffered a terrible breakdown and spiralled into a psytrance-tinged experimental period. Which, come to think of it, doesn’t actually sound too bad.
As for the title of the original track, I wish I could pull off saying “bitch, don’t kill my vibe” in a casual manner. In an English context though, it sounds like something someone from the cast of Made in Chelsea would say to a tramp as he tries to gather pennies for a McDonalds. Those heartless bastards.