This chooooon cracked our reality in three waves of haunting darkness. The first two, those haunting vocals and hypnotic beat, pulled us deep into a trance. Then fffwaahhhhh those snarly fade ins at 1:23…done. We’re DOOOONE:
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^ We might as well own the look now, because no amount of laser eye surgery’s gonna fix that.
Jooiiiin usss #PressPlay
Like that brutality? We do too. Fuck yourself up further with another Vision Z–Seven goodie:
Happy 420! We’re excited to bring you the perfect anthem to light up to, originating from Re|eese right here in Oakland.
Philth phriendlies, we invite you to smoke with Smoke.
This bazaar badness has us swooning in our seats and we’re ready to put the charming power into practice. Excuse us, while we jump into the hills and hunt for snakes. Probably our best idea yet.
Meet Myth, a growly motherphucker who prefers to haunt us in the harsh daylight of our existence. Hold onto your mind and prepare for that three-minute swell. …aaaaaahhhh.
UPDATE: He’s back with a scrubby VIP. These extra wobbles are exactly what we need to get our blood boiling.
A curse referring to the mammal known as an aardvark.
Back in the day, people would go rabbit hunting and they would see stuff moving in the field and shoot it. But then upon inspection of their quarry, it’d just be an aardvark and they’d be like, “fuckin aardvark.”
The zoologist exclaimed, “its not an aas, its a frickin A!”
(Courtesy of Urban Dictionary–where else?)
Aaaaand with that we give you lots of Subbassa
. Happy Monday, let the weekly struggle begin.