LoopDiggers Sunday Roulette N°162 - Whimsical, silly, off-the-beaten-path tracks built from classic latin funk. Expect little to no stylistic resemblance.

LUTHER HARGREEVES AND THE EASTSIDE PIÑATAS!

LoopDiggers Sunday Roulette N°164 - Pitmasters' Hash

HASH AND EGGS

LoopDiggers N°164 - Pitmasters' Hash DECOMPOSED by @DComposeuR

LDSR 164X FEAT DComposeR

LoopDiggers Sunday Roulette N°170 - DOSED RIDERS IN THE SKY

Hello? Hello? Are you there? No, you never are. It's just me, talking into this void, like someone’s listening. But no one ever is. Hello? I can hear the dial tone, but it-it’s fake, that buzzing keeps me tethered to something that’s not even there. Maybe it’s them. No, it is them. The horses. Hello? Is this line still open?

They ride us. I see it now. It’s clearer every day. We think we’ve tamed them, strapped the saddles tight, but the joke’s been on us the whole time. We’re the ones saddled. We’re the ones bridled, reins pulling us here, there, everywhere. We call it freedom. Isn’t that funny? Isn’t that hilarious? Hello?! Oh, of course, you’re not there, no one is. But, I keep picking up the phone like maybe, just maybe, someone will understand.

Think about it. We’re the ones walking around, believing we’ve mastered them, thinking we’ve got the reins in our hands, but have you ever really stopped to wonder? Wonder who’s in control? We sit there on their backs, but who’s really moving who? They carry us, sure, but where are they taking us? Where have they always been taking us?

Hello? Why won’t someone answer the goddamn phone?! Y'know, they won’t because they don’t want to hear it. No one wants to hear the truth about the horses. It’s not the riding, not the galloping across fields, no. It’s much deeper - they’re inside us. They’ve always been inside us. When we think we’re giving the orders, whispering “giddy-up,” we’re just saying what they want us - Hello? Hello?

It’s in their eyes. Have you ever really looked into a horse’s eyes? They don’t blink the same way we do, you know. They blink like they know something, like they’re hiding something. Horses see everything. They see through us, beyond us. They know where we’re going before we do, and they’re taking us there. The hoof beats echo, but it’s - Hello? Hello? Is anybody there? Hello?

DOSED RIDERS IN THE SKY

LoopDiggers Sunday Roulette N°172 - The Doctor Is In

Concussion Percussion

QUARKY AF

GHOSTS

GORILLLA-BERRY CRUNCH

Pull Up

Vortice Bed Experiment

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