by Charles Davis
Sometimes it feels like we are marching toward a dystopian, post-apocalyptic future - at an ever-increasing pace. Perhaps, however, this is just the beginning of a great change before a broad, wonderful awakening. Contemplating the future, where might we look for reflection - To the heavens? To each other? Inside ourselves?
Tha God Fahim; one of the greatest of any day. Always creating, always a feast at the table - third, fourth, fifth eye divine consciousness, tapped into the ether; tapped into the all-flowing song of an infinite multiverse. Nicholas Craven; a navigator of immense proportions, equipped with magical treasure maps, and access to otherworldly portals. Plus of course, the Your Old Droog alliance, reigning supreme.
Shot Clock King recalls the cypher, inspiring breaths of life, communally shared for the respect, preservation, and progress of the art and broader art across humanity. One might just as well feel comfortable playing this music in a public setting, with the adaptable lyrical content offering something for everyone - the synchronistic, providential design, for the more detail oriented amongst us. Fahim's cogitation allies the shadows, phantoms, wraiths, angels, and spectres alike.
Whilst the front line crashes, Droog's flanks traverse an otherwise impassible route, surrounding the enemy (within); one winning combination. Craven's production gambols the samples into a tessellated rhythm, allowing the polychromatic rhymes a relative sunset-esque background to nuance their specific precisions. Close your eyes and you can see the sky colors through the shades....