With Counting Autre Ne Veut has made something like syrup covered, home made ice cream. He’s going for the gloopy thick RnB sugar made by major labels, but using what we presume is a fairly basic set up, the song has a charming DIY wonkiness totally absent from chart bound fare. It’s basically the difference between a Big Mac and a burger you’ve knocked up at home; both taste mighty fine, but you feel a damn sight less guilty enjoying the one that Ronald didn’t make… It’s only after a few listens that you realise Counting has absolutely nothing to do with sexy time, and is instead about the incredibly unsexy topic of Autre Ne Veut’s nan dying. Oh. Still, great all the same.