Lil Joey – I’ll Shit On Your Floor

He’s smiling. You’re staring, perplexed.
And somehow, the music has already wormed its way into your mind, taking over without permission.

 What begins as an absurd, borderline offensive joke somehow transforms into a strangely soulful, addictive journey through an era of golden nostalgia tainted with absolute madness. It’s a kaleidoscopic ride through sound and fury, a collision of influences that shouldn’t work — yet somehow, do.
 It’s swing, but with an attitude. Doo-wop, but make it a dumpster fire. It’s a dazzling mess of contradictions: chaotic, rebellious, and utterly charming. A little like that friend who shows up uninvited and ends up being the life of the party.

 This album doesn’t politely knock on the door of your consciousness — it kicks it in, pants dropped, eyes locked with yours, and hums the most unexpectedly perfect melody while you stand there, unable to look away. There’s humor, there’s sass, and there’s a wild sense of abandon that makes you wonder if this whole thing is a prank… but you can’t help but groove.
You’ll laugh. You’ll sway. You might call your therapist afterward. Heck, you might even end up singing along.

 It’s the kind of fever dream that doesn’t belong in any traditional musical box, pressed into a vinyl record that will make you question your taste in music, your life choices, and your very sanity. This isn’t an album that’ll just fade into the background.
 From the unhinged vaults of BANNED VINYL comes the most politely offensive musical threat you’ve ever had the pleasure (or agony) of experiencing. It’s a chaotic masterpiece that defies logic, challenges taste, and somehow becomes a soundtrack for your most absurd moments.

A cult classic in the making, a sonic riot you can’t forget, no matter how hard you try.