It has become a forced issue to have a requisite anthem that caters to ladies, just to be considered as a diverse enterprise. Carefree Californians, TiRon and his ever-reliable consort, Ayomari, are doing the game one better with A Sucker For Pumps, a crisp, melodious glance through a relationship looking glass that was made for women, but strong enough to keep men in tune. Not only do they establish themselves to be unique in their thinking, they piece together an incredible album in the process.
Comparatively speaking, A Sucker for Pumps falls in line with releases such as 808s & Heartbreak and The Love Below with all the honesty of relationship exploits and none of the sap. The pair find no qualms in promoting chivalry on “Her Theme Song” and “Perfect,” just like there’s no fault in waking up “The Neighbors” thanks to the conformity of the missionary position. Avoiding the usual dimensions of “he say, she say,” TiRon & Ayomari exfoliate the surface area and go deep as heard on “No Wonder,” a cut dedicated to self-blame of the male ego, where TiRon admits to “going back to the same ‘ol a-hole role” after surviving a pregnancy scare. [via Smokingsection]
Romantic love is always inconveniently self announcing, despite of its unwilling participants. Wounded healers, unavailable men in need of constant companionship. Women whose haunted havens are unsafe. Love shit. You can adore someone from a distance and with little action, but loving somebody is an up-close job. Love shit. Though it’s counter intuitive, when you hit a curve in love, you should accelerate, not brake. Double down. There’s a special place in hell for men who convince women their intuition is insecurity to protect their duplicity. Love shit. Boss up on your emotions, before you become a slave to them. So much I don’t wanna know about the shit you do, but here it comes, hoppin’ in my lap like baby powder scented stripper. Sometimes there are no true sides, there is only “you were wrong.” Though counter intuitive, when driving, curves require acceleration. Fear and braking, derail. Same with love shit. In the end, we all want love. And like Pablo Neruda once said, “I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight, hunting for you.” Men truly have a hard time ending a thing. That’s why God gave women shoes.