eschaton

we met in Pittsburgh, made a bunch of music, played a bunch of shows- then life took us places and now we're back at it again
contact nootropixmusic@gmail.com

Just learning and progress along the way. 
https://soulearthsoul.bandcamp.com/releases
Kelsi daddy loves you.

Zainghis is the multi-instrumentalist composer, DJ, and producer from Chicago, IL, delivering experimental hip hop to time zones across the globe.

Zanadu's recording pedigree is peppered with acerbic hardcore raps, buzzsaw hardcore punk riffs that shame Greg Ginn, expansive ambient compositions, and alcohol/hallucinogen-fueled musings. Over the past decade he has focused his divergent musical output into a beat production catalog guaranteed to keep your head nodding. His live shows--a weekly staple with the nascent Chicago cooperative, Push Beats--unleash a salvo of space-and-time-bending synths and bass lines heavy enough to cave in a blue whale's chest cavity. Zainghis has shared the stage with Dam Funk, Teebs, Shlohmo, Jeremiah Jae, Eliot Lipp, Leo123 and countless local artists helping to cultivate the beat-making scene in Chicago.

Presently Zainghis records and performs solo, as a member of Push Beats, and as one third of the regional collaborative effort, Down Giant (with B.Banks and Doc Ill). 

Contact / Booking: Zain.Khan73@gmail.com

He was once a young 37 year old man and warrior of great renown and ability. Being the best swordsman alive, he let pride and arrogance get the best of him, and claimed that no ART FORM, not even HIP HOP, could strike him down. However, HIP HOP heard the warrior's foolish boasting, and challenged the man to a duel. HIP HOP, in the form of the grim reaper, offered immortality to the prideful warrior if he wins, but if HIP HOP wins, then Tim's soul is forfeited over to HIP HOP to use however he wishes. The two fought fiercely for days, but the great warrior eventually struck HIP HOP with a mighty blow, besting HIP HOP in combat.

Tim was granted immortality, but HIP HOP warns that it comes with a cost. Tim may not rest until he has slain all the RHYMES that haunt and terrorize humankind. The moment he attempts to rest, his visions are haunted and overrun by the memories and cruel deeds of the LYRICS he hunts. Time takes it's toll on a body and mind that were meant to expire, and Tim desperately seeks to rid himself of the immortal curse so he may finally rest.

This is my elephant in a boa constrictor.

I'm thankful to all who have given me a chance, through listening or collaboration. 

Much love and peace, to you and yours.

the mean emsi

im elijah
im not good at anything music-related but i love everything i like n re-post! lotsa talented peeps on here

•FUTURE FERN RECORDS•

projects_

MARMALADE

•https://www.facebook.com/pages/Marmalade/167519326638488

NAGAINA

•https://www.facebook.com/notnagaina

•http://nagaina.bandcamp.com

.MARMA.SHADE.

•https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aajMvIzbNyc

WINDOWTEEN

•https://soundcloud.com/windowteen

LUCID FRIENDS

•https://www.facebook.com/LucidFriends

INFRARED DINGO & THE VERTICAL MACHINE

SMOOTH CACTUS 

…coming soon










eschaton

b.banks