{"product_id":"uicideboy-stop-staring-at-the-shadows","title":"$UICIDEBOY$ - Stop Staring At The Shadows","description":"\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eLeading up to \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cem\u003e\u003cspan\u003eStop Staring at the Shadows\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cspan\u003e, \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e\u003cspan\u003e$uicideboy$\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003cspan\u003e had already made a home in the darkness, swirling sinister, \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e\u003cspan\u003eJuicy J\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003cspan\u003e–indebted soundscapes with punk melodies, nihilistic lyrics, and sprightly triple-time flows that sound like a devil's incantation. From the time they dropped their first projects in 2014, the duo comprising \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e\u003cspan\u003e$crim\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003cspan\u003e and \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e\u003cspan\u003eRuby da Cherry\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003cspan\u003e merged the past and present for dozens of exhilarating releases that could be hedonistic, reflective, and cathartic—the type of transformation that happens when the sky is jet black. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eTheir grim, surrealistic aesthetic remains on \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cem\u003e\u003cspan\u003eStop Staring\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cspan\u003e, with traces of profound humanity sandwiched between pummeling flows and hymns to opiates. They revel in the dark side on \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cem\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\"All Dogs Go to Heaven,\"\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cspan\u003e hopscotching through fried bass and jittery piano for a thrill ride featuring drugs, gunplay, and braggadocio. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cem\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\"What the F**k Is Happening\"\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cspan\u003e lives up to its title, with its hellish horns and a kinetic \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e\u003cspan\u003eKing Goldy\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003cspan\u003e sample evoking disorienting intensity; Ruby and $crim's jumpy flows only multiply the immersive effect. With its eerie sound and brutal symbolic lyricism, \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cem\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\"F**k Your Culture\"\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cspan\u003e plays out like a gruesome horror movie, with $crim letting loose couplets befitting of Satan himself: \"I'm blooding, gunning, running with the devils, man\/Triple the six up, fuck my b***h up, flipping crucifixes, man.\" The shadows are Ruby and $crim's natural habitat, but they can also find refuge in lucid emotionality. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cem\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\"I Wanna Be Romanticized\"\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cspan\u003e sees the two remember dead romances with penetrating honesty. Adorned with gleaming bells, ethereal synths, and punk-inflected melody, the track is coated in sincerity, but there remain flashes of the gruesome. \"I have two sides\/One that wants to see you all thrive and one that wants to see you die,\" sings Ruby. On \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cem\u003e\u003cspan\u003e\"This Just Isn't Empirically Possible,\"\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cspan\u003e Ruby and $crim traverse a dazed electric-guitar line for a trip back to fatalism; the staccato rap and sing-song harmony imbue the track with discordant beauty, a throughline for a project that instructs you to stop gazing at shadows, even as Ruby and $crim stare right through them.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"G59 Records","offers":[{"title":"Purple Smoke Vinyl LP","offer_id":59766484959577,"sku":"SDZ-54080","price":24.99,"currency_code":"EUR","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0588\/3455\/0945\/files\/Untitled-Design-39_16ec15f1-5b71-43f5-b3c7-9a5a15153734.png?v=1791391172","url":"https:\/\/spindizzyrecords.com\/products\/uicideboy-stop-staring-at-the-shadows","provider":"Spindizzy Dublin","version":"1.0","type":"link"}