I don’t know if I am absolutely appalled by the title of this song, or if I shamelessly admire it. I mean, I kind of love how he has both offended and intrigued me at the same time. Is that twisted? Regardless if you despise the name, or if you clicked this song out of a weird curiosity, I’m glad you’re here because this song is absolute lush. Like velvet, silk and bubble baths. It’s full of warm synths and hazy vocals that mesh gorgeously.
Wwoman, whose name is Gi Smee, has been praised on Indie Shuffle numerous times, and he deserves it. He cleverly mixes synth, electronic, and delicate vocals to slow down time for just a moment.