Don’t fight phantoms with a crowbar, homey/It’s a ghost, no flesh/Six smokes left and your brain takes fathoming/It’s a clear-cut brilliant – no escape, no bandages
from House of Clashes lyrics by P.H.Fat
Before they hit it semi-big with club bangers securing opening slots at festivals, cunnilingus aficionados PHFAT were the kings of South African horrorcore, thanks to tracks like this featuring addictive beats and nonstop slews of jarring word association. PHFAT > Die Antwoord; [LISTEN].
