DRUGS$$$ [New Noise #025]

DRUG$$$ - Teller Bank$

Yo what's up gang, SOSS SOSS.

I been seein' this one float around my timeline via some heavy hip hop producers like q no rap name , Phil Spector and Killer Kane. I hadn't heard Teller yet, but for me, the producers are the engine and I figured if this trio of killers was the supporting cast I wanted to know what was going on.

And this shit absolutely bumps. No cornball bars, no over-rapping and just great production.

Big love - We are aiming to have the Dream Soss Media Youtube up and running October. Aight, enjoy the music.

-Bob Soss

[DRUG$$$ - Teller Bank$]

The year is 208X and you step into the Pharmacy. But for you, dear reader in the past, we aren't speaking of a Pharmacy how your people have come to know it.

With a happy productive dystopia in full swing, Pharmacies resemble something more like a spa - for the chemically curious.

Entering the main wing of The Pharmacy you go down a long hall labeled: "DRUG$$$"

Each room thereafter promises an experience - Because the substances react different with each psyche, words fail to describe what will come next.

You calmly step into a room called -

"OSIRIS ($$$$)"

Before you is a purple powder on a mirrored table in the center of the room, a small ramakin beside it with what looks like water and a small spoon. A comfy retro chair is the other main adornment in this cozy chamber.

Looking to the wall at an infographic the next move becomes clear - stir the powder with the liquid, and snort a big soggy slug of the "Osiris" mixture"

HKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!

The juice shoots up your brain portal, residue clinging to some of the passage. Immediately music floods the room as you crash like a blimp into the awaiting lazy boy.

[Osiris ($$$$) 0:00]

Chopped up pianos crash into your cortex at Dutch angles, the sonics are a collage of bad dreams and better substances. You can feel the borders of your body blur as the ride cymbals echo in your skull, plumbing the depths of whatever braincells are still holding on.

Dutch angles look like DRUG$$$

[Teller Bank$] "We Last of the Mohicans

My soul speakin

I made peace with my demons

never needed a reason...

I seen fiends weep in the preacher's arms My Father lead the Our Fathers...

My friends was imaginary - no fosters

My house was not a home"

The images in your mind are vivid, flashing strobing in purple and white, smoky. The voice feels like it's coming from a place you pushed down inside of your self a long time ago.

The vocal fades back into smoke as the piano begins to release its' chokehold.

"Osiris?!" You think...

"What the hell was even that?!", wiping the purple mucus from your nose port.

You're feeling loose - you climb up a ladder into a mock attic space that reads

"SEANCE ($$$$)"

Candles burn around the creaky wooden room, cobwebs and usual creepy trapping abound, but it is cozy.

The music feels spiritual almost , a strange spirit for sure, but spiritual none the less.

Chimes and key scurry around like cock roaches while a wah guitar flits around like a moth to a dangling bulb.

You notice the instructions in chalk on the wall. Pour the candle wax into the smoking apparatus, light and inhale.

So you do......

[SEANCE ($$$$) 0:30]"

"Dreams come and go with a cloud of smoke

I heard babies cryin every night closed my window

no where to go

put my fist through the wall

both of em broke

no where to go

it was all a dream

I used to read two dope boys

back when they aint really fuck with

dope boys like me...."

You puff out a huge, globby cloud of smoke so heavy it actually sinks to the floor....

Can't be great for the lungs but fortunately they make replacements for stuff like that in 208X.

The percussion concludes its' hypnosis. You feel loose and disassociated, but not bad.

Down the ladder and into the final room...

"Where in The FUVK is Philladelphia"

The doors close behind you , and in front your reflection bounce off of a carnival fun house mirror, a distorted and uninvited guest staring back. Between the Real and the Assumed is a table with a an old revolver and a single bullet.

The diagram wall this time is obvious but seems unfinished, basic instructions to load the

revolver with the bullet and not much else.

[Where in The FUVK is Philladelphia 0:00]

The keys are now a menace, a final boss battle almost. Drums march like they are dragging someone unwilling to the gallows.

You load the bullet into the chamber.

"Leavin' bone residue and brain matter

blood stained murals for the blood spatter

i got bad habits

i got dark thoughts....

Shawty brought a Shotty,

it's a sawed off - call that shit a shorty"

BLAOW!!

You blast through the distorted figure in the mirror. The glass shatters revealing an.... exit?

The doors behind you sealed shut, you have no choice but to walk through the shattered fractals of your image into the long dark hallway towards the light...

Go stuff it up the sinus - DRUG$$$ by TELLER BANK$ available now