Same playful jab, now in a darker fit.
The front features the hand-styled text:
“All That
Scratchin’
Making Me
Itch”
rendered in crisp white against a black backdrop — a clean contrast that feels like chalk on asphalt. It’s a sly wink at the DJ booth, the kind of line you’d hear mid-set when someone’s cuts get a little too spicy.
Minimal and monochrome, this version leans into the underground vibe — late-night battles, low-lit lounges, and labs where ideas get loud. Whether you’re spinning vinyl, pushing pads, or just appreciating the craft from the crowd, it’s a nod to the hands that make speakers speak.
Part of The Mix Syndicate, honoring everyone who rides the beat — from scratch technicians to playlist alchemists. Keep cutting; the itch is proof you’re alive.