ALL SONGS ON BOBCAT GOLDCHAIN’S ALBUM ENTITLED “NO FUNCIONA” WERE PRODUCED, WRITTEN, PERFORMED, RECORDED, ARRANGED, AND MIXED BY BOBCAT GOLDCHAIN HIMSELF DURING A THREE-YEAR TIMEFRAME USING A TWENTY-TWO YEAR OLD CONDENSER MIC, A TWELVE-YEAR OLD MACBOOK AND A CRACKED VERSION OF ABLETON LIVE 9, STANDING IN STARK CONTRAST TO THE SINGLE-NIGHT, HANDHELD MIC-BASED RECORDING OF HIS DEBUT EP, 2012’s TOXIC REVENGER. HE’S A MORE LEARNED BOBCAT NOW, STILL FLYING THE SCUMBAG FLAG BUT MUCH PICKIER ABOUT WHICH BAGS HE KEEPS HIS SCUM IN. AS A RESULT, BOBCAT HAS MANAGED TO CREATE SOMETHING BOTH CRASS AND BEAUTIFUL, PRETTY UGLY AND REALNESS POISONED: THIS ALBUM IS THE LAST DYING BREATHS OF A BACKPACK RAPPER RIGHT BEFORE REINCARNATING AND BEING REBIRTHED IN A POOL OF RAGE RANCOR. THE FIRST HALF IS A BOMBASTIC DECREE SPLATTERED WITH PISS AND VINEGAR BUT THE LAST HALF IS THE SPUTTERING RECKONING OF THE INITIAL PUT-ON: BRAGGING JUST TO BRAG ABOUT HIS LOW BROW, LIQUOR SOAKED, LONESOMELY LOTHARIAN LIFESTYLE THAT ITSELF THREATENS TO SINK A SHARP PAIR OF INCISORS INTO BOBCAT’S SWEET LITTLE KEISTER.