A sample collection of some of the most delicious and tantalizing tracks from “Sword of the Symptoms”, a collaborative-work from JMESS & AZAKELS, to be released: Jan. 6th, 2022

Get pumped!

Ghost Clouds

Tribal house music plus smooth house music on this track.

Tuneful Tribal

DJ SKIPP UNRP - Tuneful Tribal - (Club Mix)

thus track was inspired by  a beautiful soul its about the power of love and friendship; that great happiness and peace of mind is worth fighting for..

Angie

Boogie House Music/ Nu-Disco - This one is Ready for the roller rink

Shake Down and Boogie

DJ SKIPP UNRP - Shake Down & Boogie (7inch Version)

The Prescription Is Love -  CLIQUES. (HOSPITAL RELEASE)

THE PRESCRIPTION IS LOVE -  LONDON ELEKTRICITY -  CLIQUES. (HOSPITAL RELEASE)

تک آهنگ رفیق
کلام : میلود
میکس و مسترینگ : سردار
آهنگساز : سردار
جلد : میلاد

Refigh

Pills Too Big

Nostalgia

Swag life 俺の周り
早い服をガチガチに固めてwalk city
楽しいことを求め気づきゃ跨いでいた法律line
Whitelineは交通費たりてねえから東武lineでtrip
i need trip,money,true love,いけた服と溶けないice
やりたいことをやるし俺は社会には縛られない
ecstasy lean 虹紙 探し求め旅に出る
研磨かける魂これで金を産めるようになるまで

なけなしの金で早いファッションを構成してるswag
昼はweed夜はケミそんな生活を送りたい
俺だけに合法だったら何度思った歌舞伎町
だけどi know ダチとfamilyだけはケミよりも貴重
高めのデニム腰履きしてchase meryjane chill time
早いファッション俺の話callかかり今日も向かう渋谷に
イケたやつと町を転がってる毎日上辺だけの奴はsecret chatみたいにこっちからdelete
ロボットみたいな奴と一緒にいんの俺は無理
テレグラムのプッシャーと違ってタダで配達早いmusic
見ろよぶりぶり気にしてない世間の目
moguraみたいに法律よりも自分を信じる俺の

SWAG LIFE

This piece is a raw, unfiltered dive into the mind of a father caught between heartbreak, memory, and responsibility. It captures the moment where pain spikes into madness, then collapses back into reason — the exact point where love for a child overrides every darker impulse.
It’s a confrontation with generational wounds, a reflection on what it means to break cycles instead of repeat them, and a reminder that the standard you set today becomes the compass your child carries into adulthood.
The writing moves between anger, grief, clarity, and self‑reflection — showing the internal war between the part of you that wants justice and the part that knows your son needs your strength, not your rage.
It’s vulnerable, heavy, and honest — a father speaking from the edge, then stepping back with maturity, choosing to guide rather than destroy.
A dedication to Oliver Laurence Robinson, written in 2022, capturing a moment in time where emotion, memory, and responsibility collide.

LYRICS
water is thicker than blood
I will never follow your ways your sorrow your hate
questions will grow from the seed we breed one day will come like Monday
our seed will need explain why you lies when you breath
so, as times goes on and I patiently wait
in vain I attempt navigate the process of your brain
to find answers that may simply explain
how you pass the nights looking into the eyes of what we both played a part to
create
at your hands, the ones he trusts you took his normalty away
intense desire to divide separate
your love for him not enough to overcome your hate
with those same hands comfort a child that has seen the world once
bright yellow now a dull grey
do you feel truth to the excuse you say to this litle boy's face
knowing it is you that has made his world a darker place
methods of resurrection now my Madness my words mark the damage
you managed to manifest
2am most nights become a dark times to be alive
waking gasping for air screaming this isn’t fair asking for this all this to be
imagined
I have never felt this kind of helpless sadness whén your someone’s light
their actual lantern erased from them as if you are magic
I can hear him asking why dad is not coming to grab him
in my mind's eye I
imagine his confusion as to why his dad has just vanished
thoughts of his sadness become
anthrax on this terrorist's napkin both us victims to her madness
my head feels like shredded cabbage
contemplating thoughts that will have me in chains and her game plan forever
changed pacing back and forth ranting to an empty room my brain waves concur a million
ways I will make you understand
what it really feels like to be under the hands off  a man bitch am coming for
my son
excuses are not answers
am done with asking I am demanding
as this is happening, I have a flashbacks of when I myself was that kid
as quick as the madness that flashes through my mind
there was ration
begin to imagine looking at his mum through his eyes
the eyes I look at my own mother though
roles reversed my own words would say
I could not care what mums done
would never be excuse enough for anyone to lay their hands to
let go of my pain imagined through to when you are twenty-two
this very moment will be only a memory in time and all to soon
you will be able to fathom what happened
the standard I set here will be what I expect from
you
Written by samples9ine for Oliver Laurence Robinson
2022

Refigh

Milood