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Slim on the beat! The sonic mastermind behind South London jazz rap supremos Summers Sons is blessing us with an instrumental version of his group's recently released album Nostalgia. Slim has edited all 10 songs for our listening pleasure. If you like your beats jazzy, soulful, and minimal this one is for you. Slim proves himself as a true 21st century Soulquarians disciple who respects the architects but is not stuck in the past. Since we released his first instrumentals in 2018, Slim has gained more than 27 million streams. “Three Sixty (Beat Edit)” is the fourth single from the instrumental album which is part of the Nostalgia (Deluxe Editiion), releasing on Nov 5th.


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Produced by Slim.
Mastered by Roe Beardie. 
Artwork by Robert Winter & Jeremias Diekmann.

Cat No: MPM 305-B4
Artist: Slim
Titel: Three Sixty (Beat Edit)

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Slim - Three Sixty (Beat Edit)

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Some of the best creations come from empty rooms; Peter Bark's first solo project in two years proves just that. The 11-track album vacillates between tightly composed, hard-hitting beats and electronic experimentation - all seasoned with his signature ambient tones. It is a celebration of rad grooves, skillful instrumentation, and electronic deconstruction. A beat tape lover's dream. 

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