American Producer NGHTMRE And Rapper/Singer Yung Pinch Takes Us On Fantastic Sonic Trip With “Scars”
When you love someone deeply, you genuinely love everything about them, including their scars. Building on this momentum, American Producer NGHTMRE enlists California Rapper/singer Yung Pinch to give us an insight about unconditional love, through their new summer Bop “Scars”.
The track is filled with exhilarating melodies and a captivating rhythm that just makes you appreciate your day a little bit more. Indeed, the production, instead of displaying a typical electronic sound texture, presents instead a versatile sonic universe combining Hip-hop, R&B, EDM, and a pinch of Alternative Rock — the artistry really puts forward a unique musical dimension.
Besides, regarding the track, NGHTMRE says:
"I've been making a good bit of Hip Hop recently but nothing too melodic! I was excited to try my hand in some cool melodic Hip Hop vibes. Yung Pinch did such a great job with the vocal and I tried to keep the vibe going for the drop/hook. I hope everyone loves this as much as we do!! It's already been stuck in my head for months."
Stream below.
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