Lotic has given us the #PARTING GIFT of a small 3:18 Adagio: tight, anti-Samuel-Barber, somber — a weepy, seminal (in the “dick” sense) jam spilled out onto a concrete club floor, in Germany. Hmmm, strange that these gifts are being spilled in ALL 3 points on the “freedom arc,” AKA the “cradle of freedom,” a geographical axis made up of West Virginia (E+E), NYC (Total Freedom), and Lotic’s own Berlin. Please, for me, draw a dot on all three points on a map, make your triangle, and visualize total annihilation as we begin to welcome these new soundtracks for (cis)(dys)-topian landscapes (our landscape). Given the geographical circumstances, the triangle is extremely obtuse (or acute?). It’s oversized and lopsided.
“Trade” is packed with a choir of blazing synths that seem to color the whole piece fiery gold; they sketch out potentially dangerous, sexy circumstances (a short one-act with Future playing lead). In Lotic’s own words: “THIS TRACK WAS INSPIRED BY LARGE AND OVERSIZED BODYPARTS (MOSTLY MALE) AND BY FANTASIES ABOUT NAYVADIUS AS A HARD FAGGOT.” Nayvadius, our good pal (and prophet) Future, is no stranger to emotionally transcendent “hardness.” He joins in to provide extra goosebumps. The result is an eternal-anima/animus jam that masons another conceptual brick in the Lotic-ian tower; a large, phallic obelisk that seems to be reaching further and further into new heavens. Thank you!
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