Propeller EP by iant.

“the universe is a brightly colored blur of fast-moving shapes
augmented by deafining noises”

the funk of spice is pungent as ’propeller’ worms along,
tunnelling through the thickest dagobah fogs, a desert medi humectant

‘street sweeper’ stinks of sour diesel and old wu records,
serious bassline voodoo, catching tags steezed out to the max

‘blotter’ speaks for it self, acid tested timings for hungry ghosts
lucid holographic hyperobjects at the end of time

‘head muck’ travels further in an eyes down chrysalis
raw materia in constant shift, a regenerative pulse beams its luster

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