Love at first track. Cue up "212," and Azealia Banks gets right down to business cut-cut-cutting you up with her filthy, blood-vessel-dilating rhymes followed by a smooth come-down. She bounces on a bed of thunderous beats and a bag of electric goodies to rush you back to some of your dirtier memories.
Skip the weak-ass appetizers.
Keep that tooty-fruity dessert.
Give me more of this meaty, moist, main course.
