Photograph by: Toni Frissell
I’m thinking I should throw away the key, lock me up in this misery, weakness creeping draining me emotionally. I’m thinking I can’t do it without the pills, chill me out for a minute, let me get happy again than I’ll quite, but why? I’m thinking this here can’t overcome me, I fought so hard I just want be. Set me right, set me right, set me high, so high up truth can’t touch me, yes there’s no need to rush me, where do I go from here?
I’m thinking low can’t feel so low, recall his face that was a low blow. How could you change so abruptly, no warning just told me “I’m too young for this shit” and then go start acting crazy. When exactly did you realize, was it while I fantasized about us two getting legalized? I don’t know love like you do, where’s my guru no one told me my story would have no you. I’m trying to cope, figure it all out, kind of funny hoping someone big, real big, will add a beat and help me see it out.
What’s it like to be admired? Body polished, fit, and wired. How does his touch feel on your skin not on mine. Is it delicate, cold, out of ten is it a nine? Where do I fall in his mind, thoughts distant, non-existent, hard to withstand. Does my visual cause glitches in your routine? Cast a spell on your manhood, hard to handle it’s Palestine. Is it true you might feign for me? How does your body fit with mine, ideal so epic that it may cross a line? Is it possible you and me, can I lay and fall to my dismay at your side eyes attentive, opened wide, is this real?
Where does my physical stand with you is it minimal or can I embrace for ever? Breath deep like I never, stand naked baring gold slightly, tarnished by other by it’s yours, do you want it? Is this too bold, will my light-almond focus be enough to invoke a caress far from friendly, for my pleasure mainly, do I stand a chance? Be front seat not side hit, will you play me off and prefer smooth nectar and tall, cut life lines before they crawl?
Take the right measurements of talent, dedication, vision, and sensuality and you get what seems to be a collaboration effortlessly successful; it’s SUPERMEGAFUTURESHIT. Along come a couple of up and coming painters of epic sounds and the music industry finds itself with no other option than to make way for them. JHYVE, singer and SOUL, producer of this independent project have joined forces to create a sexy and inviting style sure to refresh R&B. This album embodies the modernism of today’s futuristic production trends while maintaining a soulful and intriguing creativity unique to its makers. Women drenched with insinuation and a desire to be serenaded by the likes of new musical blood seems an outcome not far from factuality, for JHYVE’s lyricism is a classy seductress that ignites with the sultry production of SOUL.
SUPERMEGAFUTURESHIT carries the perfect R&B vibe that transcends from a set of speakers into a space where dance and sensuality pare indefinitely. What’s more, it proves the raw talent and ability of Toronto’s artists as these fellas step up to represent and cultivate genuine relationships with other musicians their fans. So, if you’re a fan of independent music and the movement that is the music of today pay these guys a visit on Twitter @talktoSOUL and @thisisjhyve, or visit http://www.jhyvexsoul.com and jam out to your future class act.
Photograph by: Faby Martinez
Incredible talent from Jamaican- Canadian female rapper is what Calgary sees these days.Nineteen year old Jaynova expresses her life ambitions through bass-pounding tracks like “Money Making Anthem.”
Want something a bit more smooth,? then listen to “My Story.” If you haven’t already, check out her recently launched REVERBNATION grind.
I love this Cali kid! @kidink
Congrats on being signed! it was about time!
Mr. YNGCOUPE is a young singer/ producer from NYC whose talent speaks for itself in this video. Always great to see up and coming artists show passion for music and the arts.
–> Tweet him @YNGCOUPE
–> Hear him http://soundcloud.com/courtneyhall