The first 30 seconds of this sound like a satanic Tangerine Dream soundtrack from the 80s. Then
Jai Paul's voice comes in like a glitchy version of Prince's uploaded consciousness and things just get less predictable from there. Paul is a producer's producer, throwing in tons of effects and audio easter eggs where other artists would have kept it minimalist and gone for the pop/R&B crossover crowd. The lesson of "Jasmine" is: fuck the crossover crowd.
