Suicide Sundaes – stop your grinnin' and drop your linen. Every Sunday electblake of Earmilk will bring you the weeks dirty servings, and some old favorites through a throwdown-throwback to simpler times. A time when bangers were big, remixes were bigger, the bassline bled, and we didn't care about anything as long as came in kicking and left screaming. To hell with sketchy Sunday, we want to shove another dragon down the hole.
This week features that trash I know so many of your crave, and still does not feature that supposed guest curator so many of you have requested to be featured as. Simple answer, I'm so busy that doing SS myself is a task (let alone vetting the dozens of you that reach out)
I do promise that there will be a guest curator in the near future, but until then – you'll have to suffice with version 2.0 of Earmilk – which is close. We'll probably start announcing it proper in the near future so keep your ear to the grindstone and keep crashing
