Each pore on the face, gasping for air through a moor of perspiration. Skin suffocating, lungs heave and ho, entombed hands unbreaking, shoveling more coal into the fuming furnace. Sweat-logged hair keeps pacing over the collarbones, as to finally strangle that last rattle of breath. Heart rate is controlled, commanded and moved by bass and drum. Body's rhythm and vibration has been challenged, natural existence no longer exists. Struggling for control, but losing a fixed game. Must escape this darkness.
A flicker of lightning in the distance followed by a paralyzing crack, reverb ringing out. Darkness slowly falls away as a sterile light emerges from the lightning dregs. Like a bad dream, stepping towards the light only to have it another step away. Must embrace this darkness.
Kwizma gives Sub Pressure another masterful and hypnotic EP that borders on the edge of what is considered deep bass music, encapsulating the mind's eye with dark and dubious sounds, while keeping the dance floor moving with an aggressive pace.