4. Life In A Nano Second

In times where microchips begin to think like humans, music will start to sound like machines, or like mathematical processes and equations. In the year 2000, life will get more scientific, nature will be an unfortunate necessity, humanity merges with cyber life. In these times, it's about as important, knowing your physics, as it is having your facts on hip hop at arms reach. And this is the soundtrack to these paradigm shifting times.

Surprisingly confident, these alien to our world's soundwaves, walk among us, ticker with our DNA, and confuse is in five split existences. This is gibberish, engrafted during traditional stonemasons rituals. Then again, all I just wrote is a bunch of crap.

You have heard many people spit that science fiction, chemical, next level, spaced out, blah blah style, and it's dope, no doubt. But while they write themselves on mars, their ass is still very attached to this good old blue planet we call earth. So this is flossing with vocabulary and outta this world thoughts, rather than with Rolexes and other iced down materialistic trophies. Then again, all I just wrote is a bunch of crap.

Circular Objects, a one time project consisting of the lyrical shapeshifting of Panik and SPAM Kenobi, combined with the musical unconformity of Periodic and Panik, this can be described by the crap I wrote up there, and it can't. There are several things, that make this album worth of one's biggest praise. As said, these artists are very confident in doing whatever crosses their mind, that their middle finger to uniformity is something that will always attach the listener to these songs. The beats are so way out there, so full of details, so thought out, well conceived, so magnetic, you are tempted to turn up the volume, to hear, if there's another hidden layer somewhere. And finally the lyrics, are to be analyzed like the DNA strings. They might not be useful as a guideline of day to day life, they nevertheless will warm your poetic heart, you Star Trek nerdism, your binary bloodstream of digitized analogism, or something like that.

Like on the title cut "Upload". Patiently the beat starts, a door opens, and throwing your eyes around in panic for something deadly attacking you, they give you advice in "thank god you can seek shelter in the shield of skepticism". And during the second verse, you hear this worm like being, eating up the track. In an even fight, the emcees flow, throw jewels in front of this monster, and destroy it with sonic beams.

But don't hesitate to fully devote your time to the instrumental "Beautiful People". Throw your ears around the conspired "Truth", fight the urge to go to the next pet shop to buy yourself a 'nano second', after hearing "Life In A Nano Second". Play trooper and discover the hidden track, and have the flatline of your creativity be reanimated with an electroshock.

And while this all possibly makes no sense at all, why should it? This album is good enough to have everybody fighting to get their copy. This is what you will be listening to, when the science fiction age has finally rushed through our life's. This is taking you to the future, but as a circular object, it will also take you back to the naked state of birth. Upload.