If we lived in 1642, The-Dream would be Amadeus (Mozart, papi), all gussied up in the mid-millennium version of Louis Vuitton, maybe some fluffy knickers and a Lanvin-ruffly ascot, all pounding his hands on some fifty-foot pipe organ and conjuring the light of heaven. That is because his shit is straight CHUUUCH. This new track has a sensitacho synth section and Dream's cloud-pillow of a voice. Everyone else is dog turds.
Download: The-Dream, "Rockin That Shit"
