after i did my amphibian conspiracy theory about this song last night i kept listening to the lyrics "breath in, breath out" and had this very vivid picture of either frog lungs or ebryo lungs being all moist and anatomical just breathing in and out. it's like dissecting yourself; when you have a syringe in yourself and suddenly feel all your machinery; your blood pumping and all that.
in the 90's rapping was all about disguising the underlying meter. the pre-rakim limerick style rapping was all clunky and very clearly showed you where the beats and bars were situation. it walked across them like stepping stones, whereas rap invovled into something far more naturalistic and conversational by the time you get to the mid-90s.
this fragmented rap is all about laying out the meter again. that chorus just accenting the off beat (reggae skank) like a metronome.
maybe this isn't the best example, but with the more sophisticated todd edwards-esque rap i was thinking today that it works like subliminal advertising; just something flashing before you and disappearing. like that demon face in the exorcist. it adds to this idea of anterograde amnesia. memory swipes.
that mantra repetition of words is really potent. the abolition of time.
what makes it sound submerged is the murky muffled quality sound moving through a thicker heavier more resistant medium than air. Again the characteristic sense of someone communicating with you from a very long way away, not in terms of physical distance but from an emotional and psychic dimension which touches our own only tangentially. The same sense of having drifted off into unmoored space you hear in chief keef, self contained solicipsm space pods, watching the stars dissolve from inside the cocoon-ship. Floating away.
It's not somewhere I want to go. It doesn't seduce me. It's not a siren song for me. I don't want to drift away and lose contact with the Earth.
The sense when you are very stoned of being able to see everything g with a clarity and intensity which is almost painful but being completely unable to speak or altar it in the slightest. Behind the glass. In the aquarium.
There are pleasure inputs, in that sense it is not ahedonic but here pleasure closes you off from the world. It is not a means of connection the world but of sealing off, an important distinction. Disconnected from the god-frequency, which is infinite and placed on a finite machinic-frequency. This switching over of inputs accounts for a great deal of the sinister aspect of this music.
The green is quite interesting. It's quite an odd tone to begin with, I guess a disgusting, or lurid one. But it's not very synthetic. Like it looks on first glance quite fluorescent, but its not, it has stripes of darkness in it.
Probably just a mistake?
Did they dirty it up?
Sort of mutant in colouri suppose. Slime, ooze, that sort of thing.