Bedroom Producer, go to sleep! Wondrous solitude, a yawning expanse. alien skies casting out silent snow; dusty fruits hurled at an unmended wall. A dance at dusk, twirlers at the death. The aching thirst for a bitter fruit made my mouth smart. Dirt, mud, diamonds. The famished and punished, sitting atop a trashcan embassy. An 8-foot ledger to the face; blue collar slapstick; life imitates art. Wisdom is justice. A Tricoteuse not concerned with the thaw. Are you dumber than you give yourself credit for? Homely ridicule. Wigged Whigs and wicked witches carry switchblades to the solstice. Snake oil for peons, pissing pads for the housebroken, strictly for fans of fascism. the delicacy of shears, the intimacy of iron, stained, oxidised. The mail of the impoverished, marked return to sender. Paint peeling from the flimsy plywood frame, I'm back there again. Inescapable, forever.    Still paying, still to owe. A thousand origami stars in a box. the semi-eternal victory of helplessness, the inevitability of ignorance, the wisdom of a pessimist. naked trees, shorn of dignity, creeping toward the sun. Pangs of exaltation. Protest as though no one can help you. Critique like no one can read you. Every day, do something that humiliates you! Enjoy my latest joint, 'Off-shore Tax Haven Shuffle'. Rubato, you beautiful enemy. Uprisings are what happens to cupcakes. Drinks in jars, owls fucken everywhere. Hessian coffee sacks surround tweed typewriters, corduroy chai, Rubik's apartments, moustaches with opinions. It's not organic if there's blood in the soil. More or less, but more less. IQs around room temperature, all melting tip and no iceberg.  1001 samples to use before you die. Sampling is sustainability. Exit routine. band aids for bitumen wounds. how telegraph poles were once trees, a sarissa to the jugular. A naked mannequin, a brocaded harlequin.  This page left unintentionally blank. Don't be surprised that a fig tree produces figs. The cookie jar is empty, we're dusting for prints. The sugar's off the table; caring is sweetness is weakness is cruelty. Empathy is a phase you grow out of. A handshake through prison bars, honour among thieves.  Which came first; the scream or the yawn? Splinters through fingers, the metallic tang of blood. Used to know that... 17 years old bum-puffing the SJPs, houndstooth slacks. I sit on the shore, project myself into the infinite, and await the breeze.  Betting on ghosts. I'm not so sure about this world. fruitless memories of distorted dusks. sad as elephant eyes. you're going to bleed a lot today. Straight, not straightened. A late bloomer, like sakura on Hokkaido, and all along, the stars shone brightly.

tricoteuse. thermidor.

Instrumental and Downbeat Hip Hop with heavily layered samples and obese textures with an emphasis on harmony rather than loudness. Impatient with minimalism.

Looking for rappers who want to speak over progressive beats that tend towards the melancholy.



tricoteuse. thermidor.

NEF the Sublime / Supine