Cover your ears. Sing to yourself. You’ve never heard “La La La” like this. The trouble-causing trio brings some of that acoustic nectar that will rip your ears in more ways than one. Spiritually and physically, dirty percussive patterns with Sam Smith’s vocals is sticky honey on a dab stick – pure gold. I don’t know about you, but this is the flip I’ve been craving. Salivating through my sharp, fanged teeth, there’s enough bass to suffocate you for days. Destroy in the darkness. Search the depth of sounds. That echo… K Theory returns to the fold with an offering. Do you deem it worthy? We do. |GET IT.