there’s the bricks in the city and there’s the mortar, the substance that binds it all together. or as gus and i refer to it as, the sounds between each track that make the album stand as one giant ominous structure. when you knock out a hundred ideas a beat and a dozen beats a month you end up with some stuff that sounds dope but is more suited for a bumrush the interlude type of setting.

uprock drum stampedes, dub-esque guitar plucks and melodyne’d-the-fuck-out never ending horn stabs compose this funk fucked panic driven joint. but you’ll have to wait for the whole record to hit the needle before you can hear it all.

ROBOTOBOTS - Radio Lasers (snippet)