Crawling around the cranium you call a third eye, a vision of shape begins to form in a shadow of dust. Like how some people see Jesus in piss, Kepla reveals a tome of information on the meaning of life through sound in “ὄρχησις.” Millions of glass shards shredding a silk sheet, tonally reflecting upon each piece; a ready made pets; beats as a mindset and not just, “Yo, what’s next?” Something real is reflected within the world and your computer. It’s nothing but a torn bit of brawn. Muscles stiff as jellow left in the fridge a day too long. You cover up your face, passing each person on the street, and nobody really gave a shit, ever. That time a bird crapped in your hair and then a man who smelled like bones spit blackish-green on your sleeve, almost simultaneously, and everyone like “Yuck,” while you standing there as if ignorance is bliss. The stain upon your pants that is either guilt or just another spot of mustard, or both, w/e. Can insects intersect minds? Are their languages smaller than the most human constructed common tongue? Do animals have accents per region? It’s about half-past the road’s end and nothing travels as far as it’s willing. Let’s stick around for a bit.
“ὄρχησις” is the new Kepla track that traverses the mental states of being/time and *shrugging*. The vernacular of timbre, dub, and electronic adventurism displayed here is impeccably melted. Listen to it below and keep an eye out for Kepla in the near future. ;)
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