Between spurts of static..

This is Sugar Rhymes... smooth talking motherfuckers central, keeping the beat down even during a beatdown. This is a maze of skanky basements filled with spirals of smoke, of brown leather chairs overused long ago, of sax players older than the sax, and of course, tongue twisting candy rhymes that knock the back off your back. In the next hour, we'll be listening to Bonobo, Bonobo, and more Bonobo. Its 5 past 1 in the morning, and this is Nairobi radio, 99.2 FM.