There is a place buried within ourselves.
It's the patterns in our skin; a distant reminder of who we became.
When you were a child, did you think about what this would feel like?
It's interesting; the things you hold in your mind, the things that today remind you of being indigo.
When the day stretches across your path for the countless time, will you remember counting the seconds.
Between those moments are the subtle universal patterns. These patterns meet end to end and intertwine throughout the entire universe.
As above, so below and your energy follows your thought more than you realize.
There is a hum that resonates like a stone that lingers.
If we listen fast enough, we just might hear the faint creation beginning to creak and moan before falling into a billion pieces. Although the pieces once fit, they can no longer be reconstructed.
Like a cavern of metal and sparks where the very walls are haunted.
They stretch across the surface and buckle the impenetrable wall.
I can see inside just a tiny bit and it's so cold, cold like the ocean.
On “3G,” the multi-instrumentalist crafts dance-indebted rap, gorgeous piano ballads, and everything in between. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jul 25, 2017
Icky Reels takes instrumental hip-hop dynamics to the next level, his glitched-out beatscapes back-lit by an unsettling ambient flicker. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 3, 2021