“I want someone to be able to close their eyes and go on a late night ride through the darker, maybe hidden corners of South Austin. A dice game on someone’s porch at Meadowbrooks projects. A twilight drug transaction at a bus stop on Riverside. A gunshot, somewhere over the railroad tracks. A kid hitting up his set on the side of a corner store in Dove Springs.”
In this first leak from their collaborative EP deathbeDreams, Slick and Eric merge ethereal vocal samples and trap-inspired hi-hats with a smooth flow and vivid lyrics (“Paper burns, blood thickens/ Smoke it rises, thugs clicking/ You can barely hear the bullet releases while the sub’s kicking”).
Check out the Complex premiere: