
Last Wednesday afternoon, I was sitting in Harry 's bedroom after work, and he warned me that he had possibly found the most amazing CD in existence, completely by coincidence, and instructed me to sit down, shut up, and listen. He turned on his speakers and hit play, and what followed was magic. We froze, and we're captivated by what we heard. We sat motionless, occasionally breathing a "whoa...", "shit..." or "fuck...", and tried to process what we were hearing, and we were never the same. Said album is Dirty Edits [...]