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Matthew Gets Sick Off Cheap Wine and Prefers Gruaud-Larose 1945 is the title of the new LP from producer WIno Willy & rapper FOHDH Matthew. Born from the heart of Philadelphia — all hoods, no borders — FOHDH Matthew is the proverbial quiet storm. His cold, calculated flows bristle with bon mots and deadpan humor, but never waver from their hardscrabble roots. This is fine art wrapped in survival. Every track is a canvas. Every verse, a memory sharpened by time.
New Orleans-based hip-hop producer Wino Willy is originally from Edison, New Jersey, but he was raised in Philadelphia. Rooted in the tradition of crate-digging and Afro-futurist textures, his sound bridges gritty soul and cosmic abstraction. Here, Willy digs into his bag to complement Matthew’s cold-blooded cadence; his production is muddier, and more surreal than his previous work. Samples are deformed and twisted beyond recognition, drums submerged in embalming fluid, all in service of the MC’s relentless narratives. His flow across the beats is precise and fluent. Never an awkward moment or choppy transition; he’s on a singular wavelength the whole way through, gripping the track like a black .45. Friction tape is optional.
Matthew Gets Sick Of Cheap Wine and Prefers Gruaud-Larose 1945
FOHDH Matthew, Wino Willy
$12.00
Downloads include choice of MP3, WAV, or FLAC
Matthew Gets Sick Off Cheap Wine and Prefers Gruaud-Larose 1945 is the title of the new LP from producer WIno Willy & rapper FOHDH Matthew. Born from the heart of Philadelphia — all hoods, no borders — FOHDH Matthew is the proverbial quiet storm. His cold, calculated flows bristle with bon mots and deadpan humor, but never waver from their hardscrabble roots. This is fine art wrapped in survival. Every track is a canvas. Every verse, a memory sharpened by time.
New Orleans-based hip-hop producer Wino Willy is originally from Edison, New Jersey, but he was raised in Philadelphia. Rooted in the tradition of crate-digging and Afro-futurist textures, his sound bridges gritty soul and cosmic abstraction. Here, Willy digs into his bag to complement Matthew’s cold-blooded cadence; his production is muddier, and more surreal than his previous work. Samples are deformed and twisted beyond recognition, drums submerged in embalming fluid, all in service of the MC’s relentless narratives. His flow across the beats is precise and fluent. Never an awkward moment or choppy transition; he’s on a singular wavelength the whole way through, gripping the track like a black .45. Friction tape is optional.
