This collaboration (even just this hint of it—a ghost of a tune) is the event of the decade. Make no mistake of that. Flying Lotus and Burial—this is the mirror in the dream of the red room. In the mirror are the fumes of the enchantress. In the mirror we fuck the impossible. Nothing can break this spell. Earlier this year I wrote:
Lately, the distance between these two points—one on the frontier of hiphop (Flying Lotus); the other on the frontier of dubstep—has been decreasing. Both are being pulled to a center that will make them one...Indeed, just the idea of the collaboration may be enough for me. No music, just the idea of this kind music.Not only is there a cosmic connection but also a ghostly one. Both artists produce sounds that are haunted by beings that are barely so, barely breathing, beating. "[Y]es: gramophone. Have a gramophone in every grave..." thinks Leopold Bloom at Paddy Dignam's funeral. The point at which the "kindred spirits" of Lotus and Burial will merge is this graveyard of gramophones imagined by the main character in Joyce's Ulysses.
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