Picture a barren soundscape of minimalist electronic beats, marked by glitches, drones, bass rumblings, and occasional chirps. It is a space marred by modern alienation, a permeating sense of uneasiness, and the inhumanity of technology. Then imagine a warm, earnest baritone washing over it all, coloring the once stark mood with inviting croons. This manic dichotomy propels the work of Bobby Birdman (ne
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