Imagine being an award winning chef, rocking up at your new restaurant and in walks the owner, full of confidence and zero idea on cooking – she hands you a recipe, with exact instructions on how and what to cook.
You’d walk out pretty fast right…
Then imagine, a few weeks later, the place already bankrupt (lucky the owner is loaded) – you get a call from that same owner and she tells you she’s sorry, she knows nothing about cooking and that she is happy to let you design the menu and run with it.
That’s kinda the story of pop music and Wongo. Pop tried to tell Wongo what to do – all these particular ways of making itself. What goes into it and how it should be done.
Wongo, boompty royalty as he is, took one look at Pop and said “see ya bruz”.
But then Pop got all sad and lonely – and bored with all these clones of itself and gave Wongo a call. “Ok bruz – why don’t you make me how YOU see me. i’m down”.
Wongo, forever the gentleman, took up the challenge.
And here it is. It ain’t pop but it ain’t ain’t pop either. It’s Wongo pop. Like when kale came out and blew lettuce away.
And just because Pop was so worried about it’s clones…we brought in some heavyweights on the remix tip to make sure it had some new ways to look in the mirror.