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Out of the Dungeon VI: We Like Explosions
Kollege Than Better, Dissected
by MC SiD
[Kollege Than Better can be downloaded in its entirety by clicking here]
Explosions not only compose the skeleton of Kollege Than Better, they are it. Skulls shatter & synapses relapse back to staring deep into the abyss of an ever-clear reality, all in the context of vibrating skin flaps barely staying intact inside those same crumpled skulls. Exaggeration? Only if one refuses the objective impact & mania of such noises.
When examining a cadaver, the mortician begins at the head, that is, the snake cranium which beings our journey.
Sonicbooms.
“It’s only purpose is to bring you headaches.” Oscillating drum loops and Microsoft computer-generated speech of Fitter. Happier. reminiscence threaten to break the mach barrier before one even hears these sounds. In that way, the sonicboom has occurred a split second before the record has even begun. Such is necessary to soften the stirrups of one’s inner-ear to optimize sonic effectiveness. Within moments, Satan emerges to engage you in a war to the death. Only St. Michael the Archangel, with the power of God, emerges to defend you in the form of RomeWinkle.
“We are wack MCs.” Has the victory been won by the forces of darkness? Nay. The guitar distortion of righteousness penetrates demonic prowess and the album continues. (GO!) Cacophony of percussion initiates the victory feast over those powers, not to haunt you for the remainder of yr 15 minute listening experience.
Nuclear obliteration.
A period plunderphonic artpiece from NSFTM, Against All Girls,
laying the artistic foundation of Kollege Than Better.
A real test of yr will comes as blastsuit blasphemy brushes past yr bangs. Unquestionably, the triad of tracks here are intended to test yr worthiness. No time to have sex indeed. Time is no longer an absolute in these darkened corridors. Only yr pocket compass, the relentless continuing presses you forward. Dare you continue down the path of explosive pilgrimage becoming clearer by the light of reason? Let’s play a song & find out.
Gun-muzzle eruptions.
Point-blank wasp-stinging or heat-flashing charisma? Coincidence that Boogie Down Productions predicted this album with the cover of Criminal Minded 18 years before its fulfillment in Kollege Than Better? Think again & again & then more more time & then more times than yr friends. There is every escape, but dare you dodge the bullets to get there rather than plunging headfirst into the gunpowder?
Solace.
Weed does not exist. All is well with the world. All is peace in this realm of dim rumbles. It does not last. It does not first. It frees.
Celebratory symbols.
Time is counted as yr years increase. “Happy birthday: to you.” Become one with a birthday pony, but only in the labor sense. Exploitation? Strictly explosion. But a last plunge into despair prepares you to come from the cave of explosion back into the reality that has now become obvious: “You end up working for the money.”
Kollege Than Better, Dissected
by MC SiD
[Kollege Than Better can be downloaded in its entirety by clicking here] Explosions not only compose the skeleton of Kollege Than Better, they are it. Skulls shatter & synapses relapse back to staring deep into the abyss of an ever-clear reality, all in the context of vibrating skin flaps barely staying intact inside those same crumpled skulls. Exaggeration? Only if one refuses the objective impact & mania of such noises.
When examining a cadaver, the mortician begins at the head, that is, the snake cranium which beings our journey.
Sonicbooms.
“It’s only purpose is to bring you headaches.” Oscillating drum loops and Microsoft computer-generated speech of Fitter. Happier. reminiscence threaten to break the mach barrier before one even hears these sounds. In that way, the sonicboom has occurred a split second before the record has even begun. Such is necessary to soften the stirrups of one’s inner-ear to optimize sonic effectiveness. Within moments, Satan emerges to engage you in a war to the death. Only St. Michael the Archangel, with the power of God, emerges to defend you in the form of RomeWinkle.
“We are wack MCs.” Has the victory been won by the forces of darkness? Nay. The guitar distortion of righteousness penetrates demonic prowess and the album continues. (GO!) Cacophony of percussion initiates the victory feast over those powers, not to haunt you for the remainder of yr 15 minute listening experience.
Nuclear obliteration.
A period plunderphonic artpiece from NSFTM, Against All Girls,laying the artistic foundation of Kollege Than Better.
Gun-muzzle eruptions.
Point-blank wasp-stinging or heat-flashing charisma? Coincidence that Boogie Down Productions predicted this album with the cover of Criminal Minded 18 years before its fulfillment in Kollege Than Better? Think again & again & then more more time & then more times than yr friends. There is every escape, but dare you dodge the bullets to get there rather than plunging headfirst into the gunpowder?
Solace.
Weed does not exist. All is well with the world. All is peace in this realm of dim rumbles. It does not last. It does not first. It frees.
Celebratory symbols.
Time is counted as yr years increase. “Happy birthday: to you.” Become one with a birthday pony, but only in the labor sense. Exploitation? Strictly explosion. But a last plunge into despair prepares you to come from the cave of explosion back into the reality that has now become obvious: “You end up working for the money.”
-MC SiD
Mt. Airy, MD
Oct. 2k9
Criminally Out of Mind:
Mt. Airy, MD
Oct. 2k9
Criminally Out of Mind:
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