Suspiria de profundis— translation: sighs from the depths. I’ve been attempting to write about this 2009 Blakean masterpiece for what seems like ages. The truth is that this //shape-shifting paradigm-driftin’\\ synth-clapping-armorphous glob of pleasure is the musical embodiment of what it means to Stop, Drop, and Roll.
Quantum like whoa, waves of sweet infinite bliss caress your brain. A cosmic interlude for the ages, this transcendent lil ditty will hypnotize your friends and infuriate your neighbors… Allow James Blakes‘ mercurial vibrations to guide you through labryinthine pastures to the field of now.