⛧PARANOIA STAR⛧ by firstlin3

“While each track is rooted in party music, the plethora of voices and the feverish production give ⛧paranoia star⛧ as a whole the feeling of a burning world on the precipice of paradise and mania.” —Daryl Worthington, The Quietus

“Fast-paced bangers that blur the lines between happy hardcore, trance and pop-adjacent styles are, to put it mildly, all the rage right now. . . . It's fun, irresistibly catchy and exactly the kind of thing you'd hear at DIY raves across the globe.” —Nyshka Chandran, Resident Advisor

“Drawing from cloud rap, trap, eurodance, dub and dancehall, ‘⛧paranoia star⛧’ rolls off the DBL production line. It’s the latest in a slew of releases gradually elevating the Jordanian label to exalted status.” —If Only Mag

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firstlin3 crawled out the mud in 2017, spit up six gnarled pieces of ritual regueton, and sunk back in. Then came four years of ambient bass meditation and four full-lengths of alien-angelic soundscapes under the name Concrete Fantasies. All the while, firstlin3 was exploring the tunnels that run through the underbelly of Babylon, recruiting allies for a sonic war on the city.

𖤐paranoia star𖤐 is the first attack. Backed by a squad of the global underground’s most loced out digital devils, firstlin3 hops between clow rap, trancehall and skeledub, all black cat smooth and dank enough to smell through the sub. Recorded from summer ’21 to summer ’22 under a cloud of gorilla glue so thick it spread from Spain to Egypt, Portugal, Japan and the UK, ⛧paranoia star⛧ is a spell, a joke and a fucking earthquake tearing through the doomed megalopolis.
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"The Earth is an egg & its ulcerated shell leaks viscous curse. Iberic onmyōji cast urban glamours, esconding the læsions & malisons, but a wretched geometrie secretes signs still. O Madrid-Babylon, city energumen, your heart creeps a black sun, eastern rays to the dawn-bringer’s ophidian throne, western rays to Amun’s deracinated temple, your river dry but for effluvia, your air moted & opaque, your every corner consecrated to slavers & thieves. In the depths of Barajas, pentacled hands compose Katō an entreaty: Bury this city."

الصَوْت الخام غَيْر المُعالج للبَرَابِرَة قُطّاع الطُرُق والمُهَمَّشين والمُتَشَرِّدين والهَمَج، إلّا أن قُلُوبُهُم رَقِيقَة

𝙑𝙤𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙧𝙪𝙩𝙚𝙨, 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙛𝙞𝙩𝙨, 𝙨𝙖𝙫𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙨 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩.

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