Plagued by indecision and acrimony, I decide to extinguish the nagging voice that began to infect my heart. Each morning I would arise, reluctant to venture out into the open, hoping to avoid your wagging, flickering, loose tongue. Your shrill and artificial gleeful personality masked your negativity - as countless contradictions rolled out of your lip-less, bitter mouth. I would watch your face contort into diabolic proportions as you happily, willfully played the victim. Those that didn’t buy into your helpless act were suddenly demons - fiends set out to harm you. No longer could I tolerate these falsities, your asinine act you executed since you emigrated to this small, remote village. And here I stood, staring at the fresh soil beneath my feet - muddled with blood, loose grass and worms - my resolution. Wiping the sweat from my brow, my canines exposed, I smiled and cackled maniacally. Fearful of the consequences yet basking in the glow of the blood soaked butchery.
Pledge, from Britain, churns out some fantastic future garage tunes full of pounding, hypnotic bass-lines, mantra-esque samples, and neck breaking rhythms. It’s narcotic in its mellifluousness - magnetic and enchanting. A hypnotist - seducing you with beguiling beats and measures.
Bonus: ♫ Pledge - Late Night
♪ File under: electronic, future, if this is the future - i am futuristic
It becomes so familiar - that brutal, pulsating bass, the ascending smoke like vocal that seems to float above all chaos, the dragged out sludgy samples - yet it’s this style that I have so grown accustomed to that is both somewhat conventional genre yet, to me, remains fresh and new. The set standards which have become amicable with your check-list, something which you accept as part of your taste, your style, is highly sought after. Desired. Like a musical scavenger hunt. When it all fits, when every piece of that puzzle falls into place, you cannot help but become enamored, enthralled, engrossed.
Soon begins the cut and reworked sampling, imps that gleefully frolic throughout the instrumentation rest like madness - only to resurface when unrestrained - when pandemonium is most tumultuous - and lulled when inky lullabies soothe and pacify.
Aphotic, atramentous anthems for fiendish creations.
BNDCMP | FCBK
♪ File under: dark, electronic, 666
Prepared to embark on a ritualistic cleansing - to purge the violent demons of my past - I travel far and with little attachment. Unsure how this process would begin, I apprehensively began the ceremony. Hands placed over my eyes and forehead, anointed by warm, bitter liquid, voices raised and gargling - a dismal rite of restoration. As they sang and danced, I was urged to drink by the towering elder. Gulping and guzzling, I ingested the warm murky liquid. My hands began to shake and tremble as the remedy snaked into my blood stream. Suddenly, I was no longer alone - visited by the vile memories which I so desperately longed to flee from. Those I buried deep inside the recess of my mind, sat next to me inquisitively. Kinship sang and hooted as I struggled to maintain my composure. And as I was about to succumb, the smallest one of all thwarted all my fears with small words of comfort. Ritualistic repose - psychedelic succor.
RVTZTVX composes chilling vignettes that seems to crawl and hint at something sinister lurking among the fanciful atramentous undertones. Vexing synths wail and coo while drum machines clap in merriment - encouraging cryptic instincts.
“I’m so 4g, I feel so free.”
Languid, lethargic rhyming merge lackadaisical hi-hats, claps, and dilatory beats. Sounds of summer in the peak of winter peppered with social media references. Adore.
♪ File under: electronic, beats, kush beats, glass swag