i love grime. wait, no i don't. but, i do! do i? this is what goes through my head whenever i find myself listening to a hot new grime artist, or a well-received grime mix - i just don't know what to think. all the talk of "grime 2.0" makes my toes pull a "wicked witch of the east", despite the clear-cut separation between grime "eras" by the overly insistent. knowing that, i can put the quibbling over sub-genres out of my mind at least for the length of a particularly fresh and captivating grime mix, and the dudes over at frosty have my back. something about their selection process and lack of acknowledged notability makes it a much easier pool to dive into, and anyone associated with manicure records gets the A-OK in my books. their 7th mix features text cursor, and the 35 minutes of sovereign british grime hits splashing up against feisty american pop makes for a toe-tapping good time, assuming dorothy didn't steal your damn ruby slippers.
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