Scion A/V Presents:
Omar S Detroit – "High School Graffiti"
Omar S is from the Conant Gardens neighborhood of Detroit, a hotbed of musical talent. He grew up alongside Slum Village, Frank N Dank & Amp Fiddler, basking in the glow of The Belleville Three's famous parties and forging a sound that is both otherworldly and rooted firmly in Detroit's rich musical history. For Scion A/V Presents: Omar S, he continues his streak of dark, mind-expanding, form-busting dance floor voodoo. Each song is a city within a city, as gritty and spirited as his beloved 313.
1. "Got The Drop on Dem"
"Got the Drop on Dem" begins with a foreboding bassline and quickly builds into a mechanized, panicky nightmare. The menacing drums creep in the shadows behind the beat, and the weight of the rhythms combine to crush the listener, or at least make them sweat bullets.
2. "Gunup Runup"
The phase-shifting synths in "Gunup Runup" have a peculiar effect. They suck up all the air out of the room and then exhale it through the subwoofer. The persistent kick drum is the only reminder that, no you are not suffocating, and yes, your heart is still beating.
3. "My Naffew Randy"
"My Naffew Randy" seems like a reprieve from the darkness of the rest of this EP, but the shiny synths and an effervescent bassline eventually give way to a paranoid breakdown. A whispering voice drenched in delay weaves addled thoughts together while elements of the track dissolve like the narrator's sanity.
4. "Unitarian"
"Unitarian" eschews traditional form, instead fusing one simple synth melody, its harmonic relatives and a relentless rhythm into an inclusive whole. The result reflects the rational belief that the number of variations on even the simplest tune is infinite, and that like everything else in life, all songs must eventually end.
5. "Who's in Key"
No matter how dark and dreary things may get, the sun will always rise, and the prominent flute in "Who's in Key" is an organic reminder that nature will gladly reclaim whatever humanity neglects. That one human element in the midst of a gang of machines sounds both hopeful, like a blade of grass splitting a sidewalk, and steady, like the endless march of time.
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