Lorn - LOSST

Lorn - Out of the frame

pain

Childish Gambino - Les ( Instrumental/ Slowed + Reverb )

I’m Doin’ Em – DOLOR
KERRST – LORN
KERRST//HATE (ft. DOLOR) LORN
Mask • Gloves – DOLOR
ANDUM – LORN
Cheeva – LORN
RrRRRR – DOLOR
Double Rabies – LORN
Pain – DOLOR

Music isnʼt a drug? Try explaining that to all the fans fiending for Lorn & Dolorʼs latest collaborative effort.

'DRUGS' may represent different landmarks in the producerʼs careers, but the approach to the project was the same: from their trove of unreleased material, only tracks with a certain spirit of impurity should be chosen.

By no means is this a finessed or seamless mix. It was never intended to be. More akin to a warped cassette you fished out of a gutter somewhere, 'DRUGS' is a rough compilation of raw, uncut beats intertwined with obscure, sidetracking conversation samples from two musicians and longtime friends who havenʼt forgotten their roots, or how to play off one anotherʼs leads.

For some, Lornʼs chilling 2010 debut on Brainfeeder came out of nowhere. To the scratch beat scene, and his massive underground following, 'Nothing Else' was an overdue breath of life not felt since the soul-wrenching melodies and punishing drums first heard in 'Grief Machine', Lornʼs first official release from 2007.

Following three pressings of 'Nothing Else', numerous syncs in video games and broadcasts, and a verifiable avalanche of live performances worldwide, Lornʼs inked a deal with London-based record label Ninja Tune, and is undoubtedly sharpening his knives in preparation for 'Ask The Dust' - his highly-anticipated full-length due out in 2012.

Next is the eerie appearance of Dolor, whose prominent beats from the ether-world can only be described as the long and painful calm before a storm. His style is punchy, angular, loud and quiet all at once. Formal release credits include 'A Chapel for Velvet' EP, and 'Reshaped Escape' – a limited-edition split on independent record label Wednesday Sound with fellow musician & labelmate, adoptahighway.

Dolorʼs evocative re-imaginings of The Morning and Gone' by R&B sensation The Weeknd continues to turn the heads of anyone with an Internet connection—including The Weeknd himself, who showed love for the remixes on his official blog, octobersveryown.

Supporters of either producer are sure to enjoy the deafening intensity of 'DRUGS'. Offered free online at ohhelll.tumblr.com, the overall experience is unforgettable, and like any good drug, youʼll only get sick if you try to give it up.

LORN & DOLOR - MY KEYS // BLACK ICE

Lorn - Negative Jumpsuit

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Lorn - Glass and Silver

Lorn - 2 Late

REMNANT

LORN - DRAWN OUT LIKE AN ACHE

DROWN THE TRAITOR WITHIN

LORN - THE SLOW BLADE

Lorn & Dolor - BARTA

O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
Alone and palely loitering?
The sedge has withered from the lake,
And no birds sing.

O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
So haggard and so woe-begone?
The squirrel’s granary is full,
And the harvest’s done.

I see a lily on thy brow,
With anguish moist and fever-dew,
And on thy cheeks a fading rose
Fast withereth too.

I met a lady in the meads,
Full beautiful—a faery’s child,
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild.

I made a garland for her head,
And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;
She looked at me as she did love,
And made sweet moan

I set her on my pacing steed,
And nothing else saw all day long,
For sidelong would she bend, and sing
A faery’s song.

She found me roots of relish sweet,
And honey wild, and manna-dew,
And sure in language strange she said—
‘I love thee true’.

She took me to her Elfin grot,
And there she wept and sighed full sore,
And there I shut her wild wild eyes
With kisses four.

And there she lullèd me asleep,
And there I dreamed—Ah! woe betide!—
The latest dream I ever dreamt
On the cold hill side.

I saw pale kings and princes too,
Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;
They cried—‘La Belle Dame sans Merci
Thee hath in thrall!’

I saw their starved lips in the gloam,
With horrid warning gapèd wide,
And I awoke and found me here,
On the cold hill’s side.

And this is why I sojourn here,
Alone and palely loitering,
Though the sedge is withered from the lake,
And no birds sing.

Lorn - LOSST

La Belle Dame sans Merci

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