Skating was heavy, but the music was atrocious. I know that the rights to proper songs are expensive, but if I never hear another homie dumpster can jam, it would be too soon. Also, this trend of ironically having old country crooners in edits is getting really old, really fast. Especially if it doesn't fit skating in the slightest.
Also, I guess I'm getting old and fuddy duddy, but all this hellride-I-drink-smoke-weed-dress-like-a-hobo-being-a-prick shit is...well, shit.
All that being sad - shit was mad. Above mentioned shitty b-roll and music would make me turn it off 5 minutes in if sbut wasn't this buck. Not Tyson's strongest work, but still sick. I could even tolerate Figgy in this one. But Tristan...whoooo boy. That shit was b-u-r-l-y, burly. That shit when he throws down or pushes so fast that he has to carve a bit to get the right angle...*chefs kiss*. And that wall-slam when he gets towed in by Tyson...aggro.
Baker really hit it on the head with these spread out "two and a half skaters* videos instead of a full lenght.