Kill Audrey’s “Hometeam” Is a Brutal Working-Class Flex (premiere)
Chicago-based Kill Audrey make hazy, chaotic hip-hop/party music for people who buy tall boys with their rent money. Watch the video for their new single, "Hometeam".
Nick Malone
Nick Malone is a writer and podcaster living and working in Chicago. He co-hosts the cultural commentary podcast Thot Topics.
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