Something is missing. Tonight, a thousand ill-fated couples, flush with the vigor of booze and the prospect of conquest, will seclude themselves in softly-lit rooms. The mood will be set, the shades drawn low. But man, there just ain’t no music to bump to.
Our generation is missing the instantaneous dry-hump-inspiring sounds of our own Marvin Gaye, Prince, or D’Angelo. Blaqstarr’s new EP, Divine, though, gives us all hope for a stickier tomorrow.