Sorta out of left-field, as all of Fire Plays Dub Landing stretches for about 22 minutes, this tape came at me (as always) from an anonymous e-mailer [Fire], and it’s burning. It’s like torching your pipe with the hot end of a pistol, considering the j-card art. But completely in a zone that’s cooked in a bath of dub, stripped of it’s reel and duct-taped in warps of bow-tie wrapped echos and chambers of colossal infinity. There’s so much space in the emptiness of Fire Plays Dub Landing that locations feel more like unexplored regions of minds, like going back to that elementary school you once grew up in, looking for nooks and crannies in crevasses you remember, but never actually ventured into. A forgotten nostalgia that follows you in dreams, creeping up like a nightmare, but it’s really just a blissful sleep paralysis, and laying there in the wonder of wake/REM euphoria, finding Fire in a smashed mirage, will you then come to the odyssey of dub madness. It’s pure in a silk way that has little pulled sections of strands. It’s lit and charring into the residual. It’s Fire Plays Dub Landing. GRIP THE TAPE!!!
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