21trks, 39mins. The long-awaited debut from anticon's hidden marvel, Passage. This is a sonic odyssey of analog synth pop, gattling gun rhymes, glitched beats and radioactivity.



passage makes the kind of electro-new-wave-industrialfolk- hospital-waiting-room hope-hop that you can dance or die to. The self-produced forcefield kids is full of distorted lo-bit jiggy drums; chopped-up, backward harps and French horns; distinctive synths with envelopes and filters; acoustic guitars; playful, heavy words; and catchy-ass melodies. passage capably references and blends a seemingly infinite library of influences. Who would have thought that someone could create a hardcore, new wave, melodious fast-raps record, with sweeter-than-candy indie-pop hooks? the forcefield kids is proudly and without apology a genre-defying record that just about embodies "the anticon sound." URB calls it "pure sonic heaven."



ABOUT PASSAGE :

The jingle-core, golden-voiced passage took the dark humor hard way out of New Hampshire. Arriving to California with a demo no one could refuse, he and his fellow restiform bodies (life ong friends telephone jim jesus and the bomarr monk), proved that they were missing from the anticon swell. passage was one of the first bard-hoppers to be inspired by the anticon sound, and the last to be absorbed by its machine. He revs his throat as the youngest gun, and proves what happens when fire meets what's awkward and endearing about the cynical nice guy.