Dabzilla

The pale, pale eyes of the distant field creep onto the form of shadows cast by moonlight. Bodies shimmer in psychedelic ripples with highlights guiding their motions. The trees stretch into the high canopy of entangled branches, guarding the underbrush against light. Piercing blades of stark moonlight reveal the briers and dead leaves cloaking the ground. The animals are unreal; nimble deer contort and fold into the fray of dense plant-life, owls twist their heads, surveying for prey - the ... read more

Floating amidst the clouds - surreal daydreams bleed the lines of reality. You can’t help but giggle; it’s all so silly, isn’t it?

cLOUDDEAD struck something special here. Entrenched in Odd Nosdam’s soothing illbient production and Doseone’s and Yoni Wolf’s esoteric lyrical styles and unconventional flows lies a philosophy, a beautiful and comedic apprehension of reality. The MCs float from the clouds, dropping odd, lackadaisical verses speaking mostly of ... read more

Despite its radical efforts of simplicity, Bar is a work that I have a tangled mess of feelings on that I have long since first hearing it wanted to unravel. No, I am not befallen with humor when hearing this (although joking about it sometimes feels like the only way to look sane when praising it). Bar is not a joke to me, but I don’t pretend like it’s some ingenious work. Sachiko could’ve very likely been joking upon making this or maybe she simply just liked the sound of 2 ... read more

I’ve recently grown very infatuated with the dark. Just sitting in a room, with no lights, letting the sweeping void lull my mind. My brain creates erratic compositions to fill the empty light, but there is no solid ground. What is before me lies in the empty yet overwhelming grasp of darkness. I hold no power there. No certainty in my surroundings. Just the messy reconstructions of my mind.

Protest is the natural human reaction to fear. The dark leaves the unknown, and the unknown ... read more