It’s like stepping into a hot tub — or at least a bowl of hot cereal — in your mind.
Are you at work unable to do anything because you’re afraid a barely functioning warhead from North Korea is currently being postmarked “West Coast” because a man who couldn’t read the back of a cereal box if all three of his wives’ lives depended on it is in charge?
Yeah, us too.
So sit back for a minute, click out of the Excel spreadsheets you had covering whatever Vice story you were reading about how to move to Switzerland on zero dollars with no job and enjoy and no-holds-barred full screen this shit.
What’s the worst they can do, fire you for being your best #workself?
Coulter moved out from the East Coast where he cut his teeth jumping off quarry cliffs and mashing it up with HQ footie, smooth edits scored by somnolent fusion hip hop and well-timed drops creating a kind of you’re-at-the-spa-sipping-cucumber-water-while-everything-below-the-waists-tightens-up vibe.
Anyway, it’s about the simplicity of the setting, the cleanness of the tricks and the mood that’s not moody. Three minutes to evoke something that hasn’t been in abundance of late …pure joy.