It’s almost hard to imagine I could be so shockingly dense, but it did take over a quarter century and nearly 3,000 lucid dreams before I finally got hip. Wait a sec? The whole thing’s a metaphor. The entire experience of waking up to the fact that you’re dreaming within a dream is a metaphorical representation of the process of going lucid inside the ass backwards stoned ape fever dream that we call life. I’m not gonna lie, that’s some heavy intel to process and I almost feel like there should be a warning label that goes along with this excursion:
“Attention good people: the music contained herein is quite bloody likely to freak out the squares. Proceed with caution.”
Like, not only should you probably not just dive into this sonic expanse in the midst of a super hallucinogen frenzy, you might want to think twice about vibing out to it on a sufficient amount of edibles at first. All I’m saying is start out easy. See if you can handle the tunage after a few good bong rips, then maybe a midsized joint. If your overall sanity can ride those easy flowing waves, feel free to up the dosage a bit to the stronger stuff.
The fact is, music like this exists for one purpose and one purpose alone, which involves taking you as far away from what we like to call “human reality” as possible. And fuck, it works. I’m not just a Lucidity Arcade musician, I’m also a client. I’ve released a lot of mind eviscerating albums in my day but nothing as laser focused at quickly transporting your consciousness parsecs away from the drama monkey shit show. Inhale the sounds, ride the smoke waves, etc.
The title The Lucidity Arcade references an experience I had one morning where I seemingly woke up but quite quickly realized I was dreaming. I was then drawn magnetically across the room by these retro-futuristic arcade gaming machines and briefly lost myself in a psychic swirl of pure kaleidoscopic imagination.
The whole thing only lasted a couple minutes but it was later that night when things took a turn for the weird. I’d just started diving back into Cyberpunk 2077 for the first time in 3 years and there they were in front of me, old school arcade gaming machines, inside of a video game. Layers within layers. I didn’t remember that these things were scattered sporadically around the map from back then, did I? At least not on a conscious level. A few days later when I stumbled on the reality that they had literally added playable retro-futuristic Cyberpunk arcade games into the thing since the last time I played it was certainly trippy. I absolutely did not know this on any conscious level and hell, I even ended up sinking several hours into one of them.
See what I’m talking about when I say that you can wake up inside the dream that we call life? Are you ready for that sort of far out shit good people? In a way the retro-futurism metaphor tracks. You’ve got one cut blasting you off into sci fi stoner metal heaven and another taking you on a krautrock ride through the year 4000. Fresh ass takes on 2 classic head fuck styles droned out to the max and guaranteed to send you way outside the confines of your costume flesh suit and into a sonic realm of blissed out astral telepathy. Just, you know, be careful. If this shit drives you bughouse for good, it’s absolutely not on us. I feel like we need to say that for legal reasons.
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