yo bro u murder this. u remind me of a hiphop Dillinger escape plan type ish

Where is my mind?

An abandoned oil rig stands in for the garden of Eden. A garden is a walled space with vegetation. It contains encrypted knowledge of good and evil. 777 terabytes of data contained in a single gram of DNA. Wiping a tear off your cheek. Salty. 

The ocean is grey. Makes you feel like there's something wrong with it. What's the word?
'Contaminated'
Mandate Tonic,
Dance Titan Om,
An albatross has swallowed an Evian bottle.
When 2 become 1. 

Like all people, they contained multitudes. Like all situations, this was several situations at once. sometimes I looked away and ate peanuts and drank Club Mate. Sometimes I thought about what time it was. Then I was on the verge of tears. Then I laughed a lot. 

420 Park Avenue
Drexciya
François Rabelais
Quake 7 Arena
Caiman Nearness
Arcane Sans Mine
Amnesia Scanner

In a taxicraft. Magnetic hover. Tunnels. Plebs light fires and roast stray cats. Taste memory of gnawing on stringy cat meat. Cats are mostly bones and fur. Memories of paper money, also on fire. Memories of diamonds. Rare minerals, tea bowls repaired with gold.
Kintsugi.  Gnu I Kits. King Suit.
Nothing less than a 1000 years old. 

Street view, upper level: 
Gregorian monks in technical fabrics. Robes with mesh and intelligence. UV face tattoos glow in the dark. Yellow contacts, sharp fangs.  
Monks are chanting:
Google Krishna,
Shrinkage Go Lo,
Angels Rig Hook,
Regal Kings Ooh, 

Ice cream melting on his chest.
Yourdicklooksgreatinthoseheels.com
Handguns, rare butterflies. elaborate prison tattoo of a tiger in mid leap. 
Augmented reality contact lenses. 
Red bull energy drink.
Fleshlight. Shell fight.
Septum streched, thicker rings are more beautiful. chain on neck.
Bull ring on nose.
Fake lashes. AFK lashes. 
Nails so long that these hands can no longer grab things. 
Voice control override.
This could be us but you playin'

thunderdome
thunderdome anagrams

We're gonna take everything before we secess. We need more weapons. Hi-speed Wi-Fi provided by drones is a given. Arab money in ciphered currencies. Treasure island. Buccaneers and buried gold.

A stream of more or less violent crimes.
What was violence again? 

Floor 312. We're there. I hand the driver a flake of skin and a fingernail.

The oil rig. A bird flies over. We extend our arm and stand completely still. Bird lands. Bird makes sound. Gently touch bird. It lets that happen. Bird says: ______________ . Identify bird: sparrow. Place filter on sparrow. Mosaic, turbulent displace, hue/saturation. Bird is simplified, jagged edges, orange for now. 

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Text by Jaakko Pallasvuo

Angels Rig Hook contains:
AS DeathCon Valley
AS Titan (ॐ)
AS Creeper
AS Exopsalm
AS Treasure Island
AS Oil Rigged
AS Seagullz

12” Dubplate
A: Angels Rig Hook (14:04)
AA: Engraving 

AS ANGELS RIG HOOK

Dropped down amongst the knobs and dials of Penguin Studio in San Diego, rogue avatars Justin Pearson and Luke Henshaw have created a new project in the form of Planet B, with the shared purpose of creating music both mischievous in sound and sobering in message.
The first artifact from the preternatural duo comes in the form of this “Wrong Utopia” 7” single. Featuring two tracks, both can be heard almost as otherworldly anthems: catchy, heavily percussive, and eerie all at once. Pearson sneers lyrics that present the viewpoint of an outsider looking on at his surroundings: “Sell a good bad luck charm/ watch them hurt their own arm/ shaking their bloody fist/ in the world of the nihilist,” seemingly uninterested in taking part and instead deciding that “’Tween the moth and the web, I’ll make a new landmark.” This is interspersed with Henshaw’s fantastical sci-fi accompaniments: whistling UFO vibrato, dark and distorted electrical hums, and marching band drum beats. Basically, “Wrong Utopia” has all the makings of your next interdimensional earworm.
Side 2 of the single, “Join a Cult”, has a more foreboding sound, a sort of thunderous and creepy call to arms. This is in large part due to the booming drums, live wire buzzes, and digital echoes that brings to mind an oncoming swarm of mechanical insects headed straight for the song’s settings of burning houses and dry fields, “the one without a view”. This is all punctuated by whimsical bells that are unsettling in the context of the song, much in the same way that hearing a child singing in a horror movie is.

Available from www.threeoneg.com


PLANET B "Wrong Utopia"

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My Mommy (Carl Kavorkian Remix)

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Death Grips - More Than The Fairy (feat. Les Claypool)

Written by Short Fuze & Uncommon Nasa, Produced by Uncommon Nasa. From the forthcoming collaborative LP,  Autonomy Music (to be released 7/19 - PRE ORDER VINYL NOW at http://www.uncommonnasa.com/autonomymusic).

Short Fuze & Uncommon Nasa - Oddest Future (from Autonomy Music)

King of K.I.N.G.S

Lyrics:
Emotional assimilation. Trauma is worn scarred-tissue skin seared by state sanctioned aspirations. Underneath my will to live clings tight my will to die. The silent secret of my strength is all the shame I’ve centralized. The people I see whose suffering’s steeped in dreams of nothing when their eyes close to sleep don’t see the void that they meet as so much more comforting. I dream of nothing when I close my eyes to sleep, each day awake just lies in wait to shape clean breaks away in vain from daily debasement. Engage the escapist, unendingly inaccessible until ingratiated. I dream of nothing but ending my self-defeat. Apparently my revealings of my injuries are just my manipulative tendency. And these techniques spoken to me about responsibility and integrity are suffocating placating sayings placed to efface me. I was taken through the threshold by the tension I’ve espoused, fitted for full integration into a burning house.

Tour Tape 2k18

First results from our new cSound workflow. Code is visible at https://github.com/riffquantum/static_brothers_see_cound

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