The Path to Paradise Spins Upon a Sacrosanct Turntable

In the techno afterlife
You watch ghosts of BPMs wail down the street from a neon tree strung with incandescent wishes
You have no idea what the other side is

In the techno afterlife
You clench your jaw and you lick your lips as you say it's just the same
You have no idea what the other side is

In the techno afterlife
You jump with infinite madness at it all for the next million years but there is no one there
You have no idea what the other side is

In the techno afterlife
Lasers and smoke fill the opioid emptiness with options and opinions and well-lotioned gargoyles
You have no idea what the other side is

The Path to Paradise Spins Upon a Sacrosanct Turntable

Listen of the Week: Shabazz Palaces

Quazarz Born On A Gangster Star & Quazarz vs. The Jealous Machines, by Shabazz Palaces

“[I]magine an alternate universe where the trappings of success lead hip-hop’s anti-heroes to devise their own trap. Sound too close to home? Well, that’s exactly what the protagonist encounters among the ‘ethers of the Migosphere here on Drake world.’ But Quazarz hasn’t come to destroy; he’s come to deconstruct and shine a light.”

http://www.npr.org/2017/07/06/535282090/first-listen-shabazz-palaces-quazarz-born-on-a-gangster-star

 

Listen of the Week: Shabazz Palaces

Every Late Night Leads Us Back To Lehmann’s Discontinuity

There is a beat eternal
And a bass leyline deep underground
Under the sharp grass and the damp dirt
Beyond the newfangled crust where Verne fought to live
Circling round a shiny iron and cotton candy core
You’re reflected with pressing gravity
Your thoughts weigh a metric ton
You’re infected with a molten tragedy
The center of everything that is
everything holding everything
in a place where only shear imagination
can feel the seismic bellows
of a deep deep underground

Every Late Night Leads Us Back To Lehmann’s Discontinuity