I hate that this is the truth, because it speaks to my unrelenting core – that severe, uncompromising thing that I wish I could blunt or obfuscate completely. But every time my mind falls on it, resists it, I end up running against a whetstone. The more I turn from the truth of myself, somehow what I am sharpens and pulls into focus. I tried to hold out. I can’t escape. I must transform. I must change. I just can’t “stay”. I am not a good boy.

And I am most fair when I am unfair.

At best, I understand and accept those who just don’t fuck with me. At worst (also best lowkey), I absolutely fucking hate them, and truly believe they simply don’t and/or shouldn’t exist. It is my sole job to be elusive in my inspirations and influences. It is my purpose to upset and resist these herdmaxxing droves of mediocre smoothbrains and the disposable culture they lap up, face down in a spiritual landfill.

I split into two projects for a reason. There’s something immortal nightbody was supposed to be that I lost sight of. It wasn’t supposed to be easily understood or even well-received. It was just supposed to be real. I got lost in the sauce. I wanted to play shows with the homies. I can do that with REV NWA, but with immortal nightbody? Going forward, it’s: Fuck the homies. Bring the scale out.

The next releases will be a re-doubled balanced focus on prose, poetry and script. I will manifest verses sewn into Trip-Hop, Twerk, Trance, Footwork, Bailefunk, and Post-Punk. I want the mind to spin and the body to oscillate. I want people to listen to Immortal Nightbody when they want to be over-stimulated. Stirred. Spurred into action. I want to lead you to water and mush your face into the surf while a rave-twink tickles your taint.

You want genre-specific? Easy to understand, market, define, and pigeonhole? Get listen to REV NWA.

At the same time, what’s coming isn’t “experimental”

Moises from Beli said it best: “The experiment was a success.”

These will be the results, the sum, the answer, the points emphatically proven.

Punk is not dead and Pop still matters.

I hate talking about my music like this.

It’s corny.