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τοκετός
a long long time ago, i spent 2 weeks on an godforsaken island.
in the land of the deepfried and filthy tourism one must do whatever it takes to survive.
to make a long story semi-long, i ended up alone one night (obviously not alone, but without my drunkard wingman) in a two-story so-called "night club". shitfaced and intoxicated with whatnot.
what made me almost cry/urinate my pants was that i was inable to leave this gomorrah.
fluorescent shit, lazers, stairs, doors, alcohol, natives... it was all trying to defeat me.
i spent what felt like 2 days (probably more like 2 hours) trying to find the exit.
when asking someone, all i heard were their glossolalia crossfaded into some shitty nu-trance mix by tiesto, this making me even more scared.
ctrl-x to next sequence: wandering along the road in the pitch black countryside, fearing for everything from my life to my virginity.
now, as you may have figured out, i lived. i woke up in my bed. still scared. but more scarred.
it felt like i had been given a second chance, a new birth... and it didn't feel like someone had molested me. for that i'm glad.
now if we were to take that story and extract all the fear and the humiliation, what would be left would be the perfect scenery to bengas "diary of an afro warrior".
it's dubstep. some of the songs maybe a tad bit too ambient for my taste, allthough he makes up for it in other almost techno-ish moments. but all in all, excellent.
and if they had played this music while i stumbled around in that hell-hole, my borderline psycosis probably would've blossomed into a magnific, beautiful rampage.
just try it out won't ya?
try it
buy it
