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So…this week I’m catching up on some old phone notes…to be specific, the oldest unblogged notes (from June 7, 2016). Based on memory..well, none of this is based on memory because I don’t remember this bag. That’s not to say that they were bad, I just consume a lot of chips. So, Dinamita Mojo Criollo Rolled Doritos were the chip of the day over a year ago. They have (had? Do they still produce this?) a citrusy taco seasoning on top of some fantastically crunchy corn chip rolls. I really dig the crunch that rolled corn chips provide. On the day of my phone notes I stated that the flavour melds wonderfully with the corn chips. If you can find them (based on my 4 lines of notes) grab a bag. Dinamita in general are a consistently tasty line of Doritos.

I remember being in junior high and reading over the track listing of a mixed cd for a guy in my class, one of the songs on the requested track list was 1-800 Suicide by Gravediggaz. I can’t remember if I even listened to the full song at the time but the group name stuck in my head. Fast forward about 15 years. Gravediggaz 6 Feet Deep album kept popping up and (specifically) on the Get Up On This podcast. Over the years I had heard the groups name in passing but it was Jensen Karp’s reverence for the album that finally tipped me over the edge of listening with intent. 6 Feet Deep truly is as much of a classic album as it’s slightly older step brother Enter the Wu Tang (36 Chambers). I don't believe it's a coincidence that sonically 6 Feet Deep and 36 Chambers are very similar with the RZA’s/(RZArector's) heavy involvement in both albums (it should be noted however that the Undertaker (Prince Paul) was the primary producer on 6 Feet Deep). With their grimey beats and dark lyrics Gravediggaz helped push horrorcore to a whole new level. Start to end 6 Feet Deep is a banger and if you’ve never taken the time to check it out you're doing yourself a disservice. Now get on it.

Stay hydrated,
Marc

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