In this episode of the Red Ice Radio Network's new podcast, I'm kicking things off with some old school hip-hop, punk and psychedelic music, and some ambient electronica. The first track on this episode is a classic by Friesen Phonix, called "Moment of Truth" featuring the band The Luminaries, featuring Trevor Hall.
00:00:30.000This is Radio 314 on the Red Ice Radio Network.
00:01:00.000I'll include all their websites in the order played on the page where you downloaded this podcast.
00:01:06.740I'm going to kick this off with two hip-hop tracks, then some punk, some alt-rock, some psychedelic music, and then get into some chilled-out ambient electronica.
00:01:15.280Let's make a glass of kratom and turn it up.
00:01:17.260The first track is called Moment of Truth by Fyrus Phonix, who I found out about from a UK friend who met the vocalist, a hospital porter, when she was visiting her nephew in the hospital with a broken leg.
00:01:28.280Life Scientist also makes an appearance on this track.
00:01:30.920Once again, Fyrus Phonix, Moment of Truth.
00:01:33.100Quality is one of energy, Prometheus stole the fire of the gods that resides deep within me.
00:02:00.260Lighting up the darkness before me, century after century, platonic, tetrahedron-breathing, released through a sonic phanic.
00:02:08.360It's a sonic, it might stop you believing, the lights you've been receiving, the holographic and deceiving.
00:02:13.980The proton got you trapped like a zambu with no feeling.
00:02:16.860Sheep to the slot of the Babylonian system, knowledge is the key to wisdom.
00:02:21.520Promoting of truth is here, it'll be a third eye before the darkness risen.
00:02:25.020I'll lock your soul in a fiery prison, tunnel vision, fatigue of still swinging, lyrical tana with precision.
00:02:31.800The psychic breaks a hold of the prison, sight is caged with a man's greed, making filters for emotion.
00:02:37.160Indecision is final, the fire is in life, scientists are catalysts, blasting devils to the abyss.
00:02:42.440Watch for the strike after you hear the snakes cease.
00:02:44.180Sonic blast, and an awaking of a pleasure centre.
00:02:47.240Doppler's kick, has all of an energy spitting mantra.
00:02:49.980Disciple a breath, extending my aura, imagination chasm, falling deep to the abyss from the precipice.
00:02:56.400Seven seals are broken, mother earth screams as it's time with pollution.
00:03:00.540Hero mutilation of a respiratory system, and lyrical mage lasting, society's chrism.
00:03:05.840And blasting devils lasting a black magic tradition.
00:03:08.560Basonic temples wait the final part of the mission.
00:03:11.300The most drilled close is where the precipice, smug his mind's like cannabis.
00:03:14.900You see the chalice, decapitation with malice before I vanish.
00:10:00.720The thing I love about these guys, beyond their music, is that they stockpile food, water, guns, and live way out in the country doing their own thing.
00:10:07.700But they're also absolute gentlemen to the ladies.