Upon further inspection, I discover your cruel and diabolical nature. Hidden far beneath your normalcy, you housed a decaying, factitious nature. Past your gnarled rib cage, embedded in your rotting, weak organs, I began to notice the murky disease which steadily invaded your veins. Touching your exposed tissue, you snarled and seized, hissing and spitting with each contact of metal to sinew. Cartilage caressed by singing sabre saws, lancets skated upon thin slices of flesh, and mallets loving tenderized tendons. Adverse aciurgy for my abominate adversary.
the decaying process’, “Hexes,” propositions the listener to succumb to annihilation. Beats beg an urgency while synths swoon and hum - trilling and soaring in near anxiousness as alarmed, clamant drums pound and flutter. It’s anticipation - a sense of nervousness that cannot be contained.
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♪ File under: electronic, instrumental,
Longing - a pining that overwhelms and engulfs your functions. Striving for completion - the sense that you will become whole once again. Emotions - that are all too unfamiliar - seem to flood your processes - overheating - overcomputing. And as your system is slowly laid to rest - I take solace in the affirmation that tomorrow the procedure begins again.
Heartbreakingly gorgeous, High Park’s “Kara”, is like a subtle affirmation and into unwarranted adoration. Wailing synths cry out yearningly as they accompany begging, ascending vocals. And upon completion - when it finally breaks after never quite reaching a tumultuous points - you can sense a hint of comfort and acceptance.
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♪ File under: dark, electronic, all is full of love
♫ Basketball Camp - Spider Kelly
I want to apologize for my absence in the past couple of weeks. Unforeseen circumstances pulled me away from most things that provided me solace and happiness. In my absence, I was granted the chance to premiere “Spider Kelly” by Basketball Camp. Being caught up in the whirlwind of life, I was unable to do so but it is a track that I adore nonetheless.
Basketball Camp has a way of creating lush and atmospheric instrumentals that creep and undulate simultaneously. The tracks on his latest EP, CP3EP, are alluring, hypnotic, and slightly vexing. Synths crawl and yelp as they transform from something slightly somber into exultant odes. Like welcoming apparitions on a foggy, crisp evening.
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♪ File under: electronic, sorry i’m late