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You're Not the Boss of Me

 I was strolling through the co-op chip aisle when I stumbled across a bag of co-op Gold Pure vegan cheese Protein Twists. Plant based (I'm not quite sure how they could be vegan and not plant based [that's sort of a side note though]). I figured I'd grab a bag for my walk home, paid for them and started on my way. For the walk I figured it'd be a good time to throw on the new Pip Skid album (A Really Nice Day) to accompany me and my snack. 

I opened the bag of protein twists and took a whiff. To be honest, they smell funky, somewhere between a fart and a dirty sock. While Pip's abrasive yet catchy What are you Working On knocked around in my head with it's whiny sardonic hook I apprehensively threw a protein twist into my mouth. *Chomp chomp chomp* good crunch. *Chomp* cheddarish flavour. Pretty good lead into Pip's bouncy (I'm not quite sure if it's country or blues tinged...maybe both?) You're not the Boss of Me (ft. Leonard Sumner). Leonard's buttery smooth delivery compliments Pip's gruff verse perfectly while the flow of the song and beat kept me floating on my walk. Although these bites are primarily pea based (with a bit of rice) they remind me a lot of Hawkins Cheezies (corn based) both in their density and also in their cheesy flavour...there's however a bit of white cheddar flavour to these twists. 

I came to the white cheddar realization during Cop Chopper (ft. Gully [of the Lytics] and Skratch Bastid) which is a scathing critique of Winnipeg police's use (and money wasted in doing such) of their, you guessed it, helicopter. At this point, I got to my house to finish listening to A Really Nice Day and polish off the rest of this fantastic bag of twists. 

A Really Nice Day is a Pip Skid album (produced by bigmcenroe). If you're unaware of what that means, well, the world is in the toilet right now and Pip (once again) doesn't pull any punches. Cops, economic inequality, racial disparity and discrimination, false apologies..Pips observations use a hammer and rightfully so..with introspection sprinkled throughout the album. Pip's delivery bounces back and and fourth between jumping through your wall and borderline taking a nap with rage present throughout every syllable regardless of the delivery. DJ Hunnicutt, Gruf and Birdapres also add their flavour to this album. There's a hint of well cooked, not burnt but browned, flavour in this bag of twists. It complements the flavouring perfectly. All of the collaborations on Really Nice Day are fantastic, the production is banging and the lyrics cut like a knife. I think this album took what Fermented Reptile did, brought a bit more of the focus north of the border and distilled it down to 15 songs and 45 minutes of amazing, there's no drag. The nutritional facts are interesting for these twists, they're on the high end (but not scary high) of daily sodium 20% per 50g while fat is only 9% (5% saturated) per 50g. Fibre's 6g is 21%, iron's 13% and potassium 9%. All in all, compared to Cheezies these are a health snack and compared to chips they still have an advantage. I guess don't trust your nose.

Stay hydrated,

Marc

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