The weekend is nigh, lads, which means one and only one thing: I will either be texting or receiving slivers of lyric from Lush Life, our reigning party anthem. And I think we can all agree that it is in this, the iteration birthed by Johns Coltrane and Hartman, that the anthem is truly at its most regal. Whether buzzing or flailingly drunk, happy or withdrawn, bored or being pursued by an army of Fonzi clones, the damn song just flat-out fits the mood.
Every mood, that is, save for the harried, headbanging one—and wouldn’t you know now we have a rendition for that. I heard this track a couple months back while slaving away at the tablet and was instantly enthralled—though, fair warning: it’s a way better track for wheeling around London in an AMG Black than contextualizing the Connecticut dynasty inside your lonely suite at the St. Louis Renaissance. (Overall the album is solid, especially the “Game of Love” track; since it’s unavailable, make due with this equally classic N-Cole/Esco collabo.) After three plays of the aforeposted, believe you will be looking for trouble.
Just be sure to text us when you have.
~ Filibuster Rhymes