“Is that a croaking frog, or an automated belch? The beginning of Romare's new song, "Roots", ascends from a swampy abyss and slowly unfolds above the marsh. Just as the fog lifts on Romare’s blurry space-funk, a random voice jumps in to bring you back to civilization: This is a dance song, after all. Still, "Roots" registers a little deeper. It’s in the depth of the drums, one stacked on the other”
