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What up Fam! Older Live Mix we threw down back in the day, we liked it, you will love it – thought we better up something new...Loads of new tracks and mash-ups coming shortly! Have a listen and enjoy. Also, befriend/follow us on Soundcloud and Tumblr if you haven't already!

Walking into a smoke filled room a young, innocent man trips over a cardboard box, stubbing his toe immensely; exclaiming harsh rhetoric at the wall to no avail. Beyond angered by the placement of this box he tries a swift kick hoping to smash the motherfucker into pieces. He cocks his leg back as if he were Ronaldo getting ready for a penalty kick. The kick ensues, S-M-A-S-H! He feels a sharp pain run up his leg and through his lower back, he screams in shear terror as he looks down to see his ankle bone protruding from his foot. He falls to the floor inches from the box that just destroyed his leg causing severe pain and leaving him anguished and helpless. He punches thin air in anger, cursing the fuck out of that worthless waste of a tree. He looks to his left hoping to see someone as the blood has started to flow,...nothing. He looks right for anything,...anybody....nothing, however during this time he notices a slight glimmer peaking out of the cardboard, something shiny has caught his eye. He quickly drags his body and lifeless leg closer to the box, opening it as fast as he can. He gasps in disbelief, how could this be he asks himself...He looks up and screams with joy, laughing incessantly as he has literally just hit the jackpot. That box that broke the fuck out of his ankle was filled with 100% solid gold bars, literally straight cash homey as Randy Moss would say. Now, how does one carry nearly 100 plus pounds of gold out of this dingy room without being noticed while aiding a broken ankle that is bleeding everywhere. The euphoria ends and the pain begins, choose your own adventure...

Early morning overcast Slo mo summer drizzle Cool bite, early autumn Pick up girl, parents like you Drive 3 hour circle, share 3 cd's Small town is trusty quiet National park nearby Fun with waterfalls Towel in trunk, nice that that's there Get lost, find new tree Confess a bit At home, kitchen's clean Break out the italian ice Locate bookstore Make fun of fashion rags Gather friends into bunch Promote to family Bonfire met dusk Dusty smoke Stories curl up 

The night sky is darker tonight than ever, the jungle has hit a frenzied peak and your fleet is moving slow; making sure to mask sound and not stir up any noise or attract any un-wanted enemies that could leave the majority of your platoon 6-feet deep. There is a lack of water and your bodies dripping with hot sweat, dehydrating everyone from the core outwards, but you carry on. The bugs out here are the size of your hands, landing on you - one could swear it was a raccoon. Once bitten your body gauged out like a bit from an apple. Your mind wanders, caught somewhere in a daze between death and euphoria you have visions of your family, back home in North Carolina, your children swinging in the backyard of your ranch, your dog Ralph barking at thin-air, sitting down as a family eating sweet-corn that you can somehow taste. Channeling these visions into ultimate motivation as you struggle on, depraved, but passionate to get home; with seemingly no end in sight.

It's vague and cold at 5:30am, standing overlooking the cliffs of the Patagonia region in southern Chile; your mind races through all of the extensive journeys compiled thus far in your short life-span. Ranking them from most epic to most severe, from the time you broke your ankle hiking through the hidden rainforests of Peru, scaling 10 miles of sediment before finally receiving treatment and spending months recovering and rehabbing only to tweak it 2 days later, to the time you met 3 of the most gorgeous people on the shore of Papua New Guinea and intensified into one of the greatest nights of your life. All of the sudden your mind kicks into a new gear and you are seemingly watching a well-documented cinematic mind-flick of your journeys, speeding through events, slowing on amazing occurrences and friends met along the way. Your brain racked with the ecstasy and enamored by the speed of the reflections, your trip to Maui, ZoOoOoM off to Belize - then the beaches and clubs of Ibiza. Finally after hours in your head, stuck in this amazing daze - you look at your watch, 5:35am time to continue the journey...

This is the sound of a low-lit arena where two chainsaw wielding Child's Play® Chucky® dolls are in a cage going head to head in a grudge match to the death. Slaying arms, never blinking – all cold deathly stares, slinging plastic everywhere without a single feeling. Flying fake Red-Orange gingerish dyed horse hair everywhere, oshkosh b'gosh clothing being torn to rags and shredded through the teeth of the chainsaw. When the match ends there is nothing necessarily left, just two heads and a tornado-esque scene of thrown about doll parts, baby toys to some. Question is, who really wins if there is no feeling, will there ever be death? Do machines have feelings?

The sky is a deep purple and the air is frigid as you head towards your car after a rough night of gambling. You just lost your entire savings on a full-house that was trumped by a four-of-a-kind on the damn river, some Rounders shit right there you tell yourself, but that will never bring back the 15 g's. You finally get to the door of your car, but can't locate the actual keyhole and struggle for what feels like hours, hands freezing from the air and chills rushing up your spine in the pitch black. After 15 minutes of what feels like vault breaking code shit you have finally struggled your way into your driver's seat, sitting you attempt to start the car. Another struggle ensues as you wish you had one of those kitsch key lights that all of the major beer companies and distribution centers give out for free, alas you don't and again, what feels like an eternity passes. As you finally get the car started you look out into pure blackness and notice a nostalgic reflection that takes you back to a bitter-sweet memory of your youth growing up in North Minnesota, a time when being outside, grilling and being at the lake was better than anything in the world. You sink into your seat pondering what could have been if that flop would have gone your way, maybe you could have afforded that lake place to raise your kids, maybe one day they would have this same reminiscence...