♫ Art Crime - Nobody Can Breathe On The Moon
♫ Art Crime - Nobody Can Breathe On The Moon
In order to fulfill the punishment handed down by my seraphic custodian, I willfully took up service in an isolated solar system. Tidying up the clutter that the previous inhibitors left behind, I would whistle and hum as I rolled up cosmic debris into heaps of what I would gladly say were works of fine art. Marked with a careful and delicate sense of finesse, I would stack the abandoned treasures until my spine was about to break in two. Climbing up mountains of rubbish, I suddenly took on the role of the ruler of a desolate and annihilated planet. Waving to my displaced, theoretical subjects, trapped beneath mounds of fibers, vegetation, and rubble, I would begin to deliver a rousing speech of encouragement. For I was your celestial savior - here to release you from your intergalactic doom.
“Forever and Never” is sprinkled with cosmic beats by Art Crime. Like a creator of galaxies, brushing flickering, brightly glimmer stars in the sky, Art Crime finely pieces together oscillating and warbling synths in their appropriate, complimentary places. As it ebbs and flows, you’re transported deep within the inviting cosmos. Stranded yet satiated between time and space.
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♫ Bonus: Art Crime - Triangle Circle
♪ File under: electronic, experimental, blipblipmaster, beatz
♫ Exeter
In the name of vengeance, I would journey far and wide. My eyes, bloodshot and stinging, were dyed a copper-red with anger. I would scour the land side, searching in spots that were at once familiar at unfamiliar, knowing that you were once there. Those little clues you left behind for me, were my personal vendetta treasures - trinkets of turbulence. At night, I would dream of your demise, hoping to feel you expire at my hands. In the morning, I would awake - rested and restored with repulsive rancor. When your hiding place was revealed, I could not help but giggle with delight. The time was now upon us - your lovely, brutal demise. Gruesome, grisly finale - morbid madam - scholar of slaughter.
Every so often there is an artist that I feel makes music JUST for me - Exeter is one of them. Taking bits and pieces from old horror film soundtracks, 80s pop tunes, and blending them together in a mixture of chopped and sampled mastery, Exeter is truly one amazing artist. Bombastic, buzzing beats weave in and out of a lush tapestry of samples to create fresh and exciting tracks. Jaw droppingly, head bobbingly, good.
(huge nudge to Tripp)
♪ File under: electronic, beats, chop chop
Where Are We?
I’ve been on a purely electronic diet for a couple months now, craving anything with a pounding beat, wobbly bass, or synths that flutter cosmically. Where Are We?’s “Superplexed” EP is laidback, beat-centric, psychedelic, tripped-up electronica that had me bobbing my head and visiting horsehead nebulae. It is addictive, masterfully mixed, and complimented by some of the best downtempo beats to have graced my ears. And just when you think you’re floating in a most peculiar way, it closes with a strong, psychedelic venture - cosmogonal and ambrosial - with wailing guitars and crashing cymbals. A perfect close to a empryean EP.
♫ Where Are We? - A Letter To The FDA
(nudge, nudge wink wink to Apathetic Arousal)
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♫ File under: electronic, trippy hop, don’t drop that beat