DETROIT

When everything around you gets a little annoying - from wedding photos to other people's likes - all that's left is sarcasm, beats, and a good blunt. The world is falling apart, some people are arguing about morality, others are filling out questionnaires with a hangover, and the smoke from Detroit is rolling smoothly, like therapy. There is no pretension in it, but it is full of honesty - the kind that comes from fatigue and a sense of humour that has survived three nervous breakdowns and one bad morning. It's crude, funny, but painfully recognisable: when everything goes wrong, self-irony and a little legalised calm come to the rescue.