ICE-NINE-SURFER

My eardrums pulsated to the beats as they shook my mind bouncing off the inside of my skull. Tortured inside my own head but numbed by the beats by the melodies by the lyrics at times. What skin do I inhabit twisted from the inside out writhing in a uncomfortable dance flowing with the music. My own heartbeat replaced by trance-endental dub house creations made for high volume and tuning out. My synapses cracking in time to the liquid fresh flow of snatchy scratchy beat tonics. "I just got to find peace and unity" ...maybe I'm bass ed in Euro converted to the creativity of my ancentral lands. The US a can't touch these funky beAts.