This is that dirty dirty. That Dirty South… of France. Clapper Lark comes with a huge beat, bouncing high up into dark matter, while getting low in the gutter to get that money. Recorded deep underground amongst chanting cult members, pulsating synths escalate in intensity and speed, creating a sense of urgency. The track is free, but they’ve got an upcoming EP on Radio Los Santos. Like a sandwich artist stackin bread, green, guacamole, and cheese…
