The Iridescent Sounds of 2019
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Assume Form - James Blake_IV
My God it is quite ridiculous how good this is.
"Are, are we as one?
Everythin' desperate lives behind
Don't take away this one defense of mine
I reserve the right to disappear
I reserve a table for old time
Back then, it wouldn't have even crossed my mind
But I promise you, your place is safe
Now, what about mine?
Unless you can calm my mind for me
This could easily slide, it could slide from me
This could easily slide, it could slide from me
Into borrowed time
Borrowed time, borrowed time, borrowed time, borrowed time
No idea how many lied to me
But the memory survived, survive in me
It's all on thin ice, thin ice, thin ice
Your answer will die, will die with me."
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Fetti - Freddie Gibbs,Curren$y,The Alchemist
Mellow thuggish rap. Sign me up! Freddie does it again, flow tough like the black asphalt streets.
Willie Lloyd
Black Tony told 'em Chichi get the yay'
Line of scrimmage, Peyton Manning, switch the play
Pour the holy water all up in the Jesus piece
Wash a real nigga's sins away
Yeah, took it from the devil's mouth
I hammer dance on the roof of the devil's house
Chop a dime bag or drum with the metal out
Percocet, weed and codeine brought the devil out
Brought dope in momma house, let the devil in
Dropped a zip, took a loss, ain't gon' never win
I'm so sick of these fuckin' rap groupies
I need to go find some good pussy to settle in
Hit my plug with the strap.
Location Remote
Trump sweating bullets on Diet Coke sniffing powder up
And if he build the wall we gone bring that dope underground with us
Told my nigga Spitta your enemies my enemies
I just solar powered up the Model X
Real nigga keep same energy, like what
I rep the pack like I'm Stunna Man
Legend in this bitch, might do Coachella as a hologram, nigga
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22, A Million - Bon Iver
Folk and auto-tune, who knew that could work to deliver this semi spiritual, semi uptempo popping sound that surprise intermittently with otherworldly aural pleasure that you wish could run on loop over and over again.
33 God
All my goodness
(Iโll be looking through your eyes)
(Iโll be looking through your eyes)
All my goodness to show
(Why are you so far from saving me?)
(Why are you so far from saving me?)
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Tranquility Base Hotel + Casino - Arctic Monkeys
A futuristic concept album?!?!The whole bloody thing is magnificent.On repeat.
Tranquility Base Hotel & Casino
Jesus in the day spa
Filling out the information form
Mama got her hair done
Just popping out to sing a protest song
I've been on a bender back to that prophetic esplanade
Where I ponder all the questions
But just manage to miss the mark
Good afternoon
Tranquility Base Hotel and Casino
Mark speaking
Please tell me how may I direct your call?
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Lift Your Skinny Fists Like Antennas to Heaven... - Godspeed You! Black Emperor
Most of the album beautifully melts into each-other so it's kinda hard to decipher where one ends and the other begins. Still, I can say my favourite colors are when the sonic dissonance of the instruments mesh with dialogue.
Static:
[Part 3:"Chart #3"]
...prepared in innocence to meet our king of glory
And so we have this
You have it in your secret windows
And you're understanding to understand it and to bring it forth
It takes minute detail
It takes a holy life
It takes emotions
It takes dedication
It takes dedication
It takes a death
And only God can allow it
And you couldn't do it if you're not the seed of God
And so the path through the great corridors
These are corridors unto his perfection
That is which the prophet and the Urim and Thummim has penetrated
That through this great sea of blackness
That I penetrated through these corridors
And I went through that last segment
Where I went through these dark serpentines
I passed through that corridor
Where they sat, where they are
And when you penetrate to the most high God
You will believe you are mad
You will believe you've gone insane
But I tell you if you follow the secret window
And you die to the ego nature
You will penetrate this darkness
Oh yes there's many a man or woman
That's been put in the insane asylum...
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Everybody - Logic
Logic keeps it coming with the great lyrics as usual. Yet, despite the lyrics it falls down with some subpar songs and repetition of subject matter. Favourite Colors: Everybody, Confess, Killing Spree and Anziety
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Saturation - Brockhampton
A decent debut will give their subsequent releases a listen throughout the year.
Favourite colors:
FAKE
MILK
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DAMN. - Kendrick Lamar
A solid album to follow GKMC and Pimp a Butterfly. Tracks like YAH, LOVE and XXX will be thoroughly repeated until aurally cloyed.
YAH:
And Deuteronomy say that we all been cursed
I know he walks the Earth
But it's money to get, bitches to hit, yah
Zeroes to flip, temptation is, yah
First on my list, I can't resist, yah
Everyone together now, know that we forever.
PulpRoman's rating:
So I got an early start, sue me. Should be considered late since the last time I did one of these was '14. Well here we go again. I'll try to be more consistent this time... Edit: It just became too much to maintain this list and my watched, I had to choose and this was neglected like the least favourite son lol.
Back to the machinegun
I awaken about noon and go out to get the mail
in my old torn bathrobe.
I'm hungover
hair down in my eyes
barefooted
tenderly stepping upon small rocks and branches
still afraid of pain behind my four day beard
as the young housewife next door shakes a rug
out of her window and sees me:
"hello, Hank!"
god damn, it's almost like being shot in the ass
with a .22
"hello," I say
gathering up my Visa card bill, my PENNYSAVER,
the Dept. of Water and Power
plus a notice from the Weed Abatement Department
giving me 32 days to clean up my act
I mince back again over the various debris
thinking, maybe I'll write tonight, they seem
to be closing in
there's only one way to handle those motherfuckers
the night harness races will have to wait.
- Charles Bukowski
Back to the machinegun
I awaken about noon and go out to get the mail
in my old torn bathrobe.
I'm hungover
hair down in my eyes
barefooted
tenderly stepping upon small rocks and branches
still afraid of pain behind my four day beard
as the young housewife next door shakes a rug
out of her window and sees me:
"hello, Hank!"
god damn, it's almost like being shot in the ass
with a .22
"hello," I say
gathering up my Visa card bill, my PENNYSAVER,
the Dept. of Water and Power
plus a notice from the Weed Abatement Department
giving me 32 days to clean up my act
I mince back again over the various debris
thinking, maybe I'll write tonight, they seem
to be closing in
there's only one way to handle those motherfuckers
the night harness races will have to wait.
- Charles Bukowski
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Roman's Films, Sounds and Books
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