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Mufti – Mess My Mind [Play Pal Music]

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Mufti crea una danza mosntruosa a puro bassline crujiente y kick al pecho. Oscuridades de la noche saliendo al sol a rajatabla. El sudor corre por las mejillas ante la despiadada acidez del calor en la piel curtida. Las guitarras cortan el aire. El polvo árido se levanta con el viento de acordes crispantes. La mente peturbada de un fugitivo cruza la calle en busca de problemas. Mess My Mind.

El fugitivo sigue con una rutina que no tiene respiro, el ritmo frenético lo confunde. No entendiendo sus instintos. Mas lo creo, mas no lo quiero. Mas lo quiero, mas no lo creo. Su andar es desesperado y por lo visto busca enredarse en algo, la noche no se resiste, el lio acaba de comenzar.

Middle Sky Boom toma Mess My Mind y lo mete en un convertible descapotado. Acelera y agarra la autopista a toda velocidad. El paisaje se acelera y los postes de luz pasan en secuencias, el espejismo se ve a la distancia y no se alcanza pero eso ya no importa porque el viaje ha comezado y no hay retorno.

Niv Ast por su parte retoma la Rutina y la envuelve en guitarras repetitivas que embeben los sonidos en la tierra. Su itinerancia se vuelve lisérgica y las luminiscencias hacen strobos. El ritmo se mete en el cuerpo por osmosis, la encarnacion es cruel y morbosamente placentera.

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Eng

Mufti creates a monstrous dance from pure crisp bassline and kick to the chest. Darkness of the night out in the sun burning. Sweat runs down the cheeks at the merciless acidity of the heat on the tanned skin. Guitars cut the air. The arid dust rises with the rustle chords winds. The runaway mind of a fugitive crosses the street looking for troubles. Mess My Mind.

The fugitive continues with a Routine that has no respite, the frenetic rhythm confuses him. Not understanding his own instincts. But I believe it, but I don’t want it. I want it more, but I don’t think so. His walk is desperate and apparently he looks get tangled up in something, the night cannot resist, the mess has just begun.

Middle Sky Boom takes Mess My Mind and stuffs it into an open convertible car. Step on the gas and take the highway at full speed. The landscape accelerates and the lamp posts pass in sequences, the mirage is seen in the distance and is not reached but that no longer matters because the journey has begun and there is no return.

Niv Ast meanwhile takes up the Routine and wraps it in repetitive guitars that embed the sounds in the dust ground. The roaming becomes lysergic and the luminescences are stroboscopic. The rhythm enters the body by osmosis, the incarnation is cruel and morbidly pleasant.