Forget the playground rules. Tink returned, turning “F**k, Marry, Kill” nostalgia into a reality check.
Her latest drop wasn’t just music; it was a masterclass in modern R&B storytelling. Tink dissected how we recklessly sort our lovers like school games – messy, blurred boundaries, and usually fuelled by a stiff drink. It was sharp, provocative, and unapologetically raw.
To match that energy, UNCLE took over the London streets, plastering the city with high-impact B2 blocks. Tink didn’t just play the game; she broke it.
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04.26 Tink: F**k, Marry, Kill
