Love this part of the song! 30 years 20 feet! Forever INCOMPLETE #freeKshmanek

“Hell Is a Very Small Place” is a reflective piece on captivity and psychological erosion, told through the voice of Kshamenk, an orca held alone in a 20-foot pool for nearly thirty years. Written by someone who endured a stretch of solitary confinement, the song fuses personal testimony with the animal’s plight. 
The refrain “I AM / I WAS / NOW I’M NOT” captures the disintegration of identity under isolation, while “One more, till there’s no more” was lifted from daily institutional announcements the songwriter heard becomes a cruel mantra of endurance. Concrete imagery, looping phrases, and relentless repetition immerse listeners in the collapse of time and self that defines life in captivity.

Hell is a Very Small Place (Cetadelic Mix)- GANTASMO

A new track inspired by my love for melodic liquid drum and bass and adventures with my dog

Anti Gravity

This track was inspired by my 18th year at Burning Man. The desert gave us rain, not as heavy as 2023, but enough to slow down our art build and turn the playa into that infamous sticky mud. Out there, every storm becomes part of the story, and this one sparked a new anthem. I came across the “Wet Ass Ply Ya” meme (shoutout to whoever created this gem) and couldn’t resist flipping the idea into a trappy, festival-ready banger.

All original music. Lyrics written by me. Rapped by Infithug.

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Lyrics:


Wet ass ply ya, wheels sink deep
Dust storm rise when the desert don’t sleep
Dry as a bone, then the clouds gon’ creep
When the ply ya get wet, everybody stuck deep


Desert don’t play, sun blaze like a torch
Daytime burnin’, nighttime porch
Camp lit up, freaks in the dust
LED shine, gotta glow, gotta trust

Sometimes it’s dry, crack lines in the ground
White flat earth where the art cars pound
But let that rain drop, mud lock tight
Whole city stuck on a wild ride tonight


Wet ass ply ya, wheels sink deep
Dust storm rise when the desert don’t sleep
Dry as a bone, then the clouds gon’ creep
When the ply ya get wet, everybody stuck deep

Burning flames on the man, it’s lit
Sound camps slam with the bassline hit
Bike tires spin, mud thick, no grip
You can’t move quick when the ply ya slick shift

From dry dust lungs to a slip-n-slide mess
That ply ya test, yeah it don’t give less
Bring boots, bring love, bring wild excess
Burn night long with a tribe, no rest

Wet ass ply ya, wheels sink deep
Dust storm rise when the desert don’t sleep
Dry as a bone, then the clouds gon’ creep
When the ply ya get wet, everybody stuck deep

Tower flames rise, fire kissin’ the sky
Mutant cars glow while the ravers ride by
Dust masks on, can’t see through the haze
Lost in the storm but we still find ways

Eighteen years strong, still walkin’ that sand
My soul tied deep to the burnin’ man land
Every storm pass, we still stand tall
That ply ya love, yeah it carry us all

Wet ass ply ya, wheels sink deep
Dust storm rise when the desert don’t sleep
Dry as a bone, then the clouds gon’ creep
When the ply ya get wet, everybody stuck deep


Seven days gone, but the fire still stays
Heartbeat drum with the desert plays
From sunrise yoga to midnight bass
Every soul shine in a sacred space

If it’s wet or dry, it don’t change the plan
We rise together when they burn the man
Dust in our veins, can’t wash it away
That ply ya call, we forever obey

From dust we rise, to dust we fall
Ply ya callin’, we answer all
Dry or wet, this the place we trust
Magic born from the ply ya dust


Wet ass ply ya, wheels sink deep
Dust storm rise when the desert don’t sleep
Dry as a bone, then the clouds gon’ creep
When the ply ya get wet, everybody stuck deep

Hell is a Very Small Place (Cetadelic Mix)- GANTASMO

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