Concept: Two convicts from an alien world stage a prison break -- snatching a perpetually transmitting radio communicator on their way out -- and seek refuge in an obscure habitable planet far beyond the legal reach of their captors. This is their transmission.
Disclaimer: The characters in this story are not meant to be the voice of reason, nor do they represent the opinions of the authors. The story does not end with this album and thus the overarching themes may not be entirely representative of the themes contained within the full three-album-long plot.
lyrics
Spitnautical:
Hurdling away from certain murderous intentions,
I’ve been served a burden and burned from the tension and pressure that's tried to bend us,
But over time I’ve learned it’s worse to curve my direction,
I’m severing any sense of hesitation
That keeps me away from the dark side of my oasis in any way
Inflorescent:
I’m about over this, we’re past the breaking point…
Sliding over around under and through all these walls, nets, and grids… flying from fire…
But our landing has become certain…
Spitnautical:
I know we can take em, it’s time to double down
We've resisted the flame before, it's time to put it out
If we lock minds I'm sure we can drop a bomb on em,
So let em know the type of chaos we'll be spawning
Inflorescent:
I’ve committed to eviscerate the prisons of the planet -- leave the system scrambling
Pistons twisted and damaged; ripped to ribbons and banished
I'm envisioning rhythms of war, sands of time, shifting and bending to no will, plan, or design
You ain't prepared for this type of intervention
Total chaos, comes when I crush your conventions
Straight into the ground, no place for safe and sound,
All your bases will be found, from space we’ll trace you down
Ugh… Better start runnin’
Hope you have a way off this rock, cause we won't stop coming
We come in peace if you stay that way
When we descend from space, others ain't safe that day
They better skate that day
Impending pain is their fate, change ascending in their wake
It won’t end in an escape
It’s all ending for the sake, of starting a new beginning
These two ain't givin' it back; flew in the ship to attack
This new EP from producer Fil Jackson will thrill fans of underground hip-hop with its dense atmospherics & a feature from rapper Lungs. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 4, 2023
