Name: Color Drained by Kid Judge
Duration: 2 min 43 s
Description: A track I made to test my Mastering skills. I feel like it came out better volume wise than pretty much every other track I've ever made---

A track I made to test my Mastering skills. I feel like it came out better volume wise than pretty much every other track I've ever made---

Color Drained

I'm here. I'm live. Suffering a creative crisis. There is a couple things. One of this are migrated to Dragon's Lair :). P.S: over 25.000 listening. Thank you)

To do list:
Make a great instrumental cover on a "Gemini - Mio Mein Mio". How do you think about this? Leave your comments)

Remind of itself. Did you miss me?)

Written special for Multimatograf'2017 on Tiny MP3 competention

Disco Astronauts

The B-side to the Soft Power single by Tropical F*ck Storm (TFS), to be released November 17 as a label collab between Mistletone Records and TFS Records. Pre-order here: mistletone.net/shop/tfs
TFS is the new band formed by Gareth Liddiard and Fiona Kitschin (The Drones), joined by maniacs Lauren Hammel (High Tension) on drums and Erica Dunn (Harmony, Palm Springs) on guitars, keys and other gadgets.

TFS - Lose The Baby

Some select tracks from the Slap City soundtrack.

Volcano

Cause this lit ass fuck song wasn't gonna stay unremixed in my life time <3 <3 <3 Yessssss

Best Day Ever (Jakeneutron Remix)

"Rubber Bullies" is a crushing finale from TFS, the closing track on their forthcoming debut album A Laughing Death in Meatspace and the last in a series of four 7” singles (available with album pre-orders here: http://mistletone.net/shop/tfs )

A malevolent chuckle opens “Rubber Bullies”, whose formidable lyrics encircle the unifying themes of A Laughing Death in Meatspace, which seem more prescient as each day’s news of data breaches and betrayals unfolds: “The world’s way too connected / and all anybody does is fight”. From the fluoro glare of a supermarket aisle to the favelas of Rio de Janeiro, Gareth Liddiard paints a grim picture of our burgeoning anxieties: “You better hold on / the whole world’s gonna pass you by… you know the end is nigh.”

RUBBER BULLIES

this supermarket aircon’s 
fucking freezing man, i’m dying
it’s a half hour after midnight
and the fluoros zapped my appetite
it don’t make choosing easy
i’m waiting for a sign
some miracle of marketing
to save me from these aisles
then it’s omega man amnesia
in narrow night time streets
that capsize in their puddles
with their storm clouds and their sleeps
discreet wet dreams and nightmares
seclusion, side by side
the world’s way too connected
and all anybody does is fight
staging their crypto inquisitions
all in multiple choice, like: 

Anything that screws you’s
surely sured up by its bulk and...
A: better organised?
B: better mobilised?
C: getting monetised?
D: can’t be criticised?
 you better hold on
and get it right
you better hold on
the whole world’s gonna pass you by
oh how why  
time seems to fly
oh how why 
life passed me by
take me on a holiday
put me on an aeroplane 
i wanna BMW
i wanna be immortal in my lifetime too
 there's a stone wall ‘round a citadel
cities made of glass
certain pasts want certain futures
certain futures certain pasts
there’s a building site on sesame street
all party donor backed
it’s all foot long sub divisions
built so cheap they won’t outlast
your disapproval or their doormats
built by the sycophants
of plutocrats and idiots big on
firm handshakes and eye contact
the water pressure’s pitiless and all the restaurants shut by eight
the walls are made of plywood
when they should be armour plate
 you better hold on
its gonna fly
here comes a letter to the occupant
here comes the caveat - an eye for an eye
oh how why  
you know the end is nigh
so take me on a holiday
put me on an aeroplane
just take me on a holiday
and put me on an aeroplane
oh how time  
where we going now?
 to that terrace over Rio
with the bougainvillea vines
where the heat finally nailed me
so we stayed the extra night
and the guard up in the watchtower
charged with keeping out the fighting
joked the difference between sexes
all boils down to their handwriting
when we checked out the next morning
we were on a first name basis
but then he had the kind of features
where you can’t recall his face
but it wouldn’t have been that much later he saw God’s
‘cause he died staring up the nostrils 
of a UPP shotgun
 he couldn’t hold on
he couldn’t fly
wrong place wrong time is something of an understatement 
the world went passed him by
oh how why 
time seems to fly
oh how why 
where we going now?

Color Drained

Kid Judge

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