YOU ARE NOW LISTENING TO THE FREAKING SINKAST! Hello, I'm Art Trudeau. Coming soon to the SINKAST is Golden Evergrates, where we take your requests, dedications, and play them on the air. Call in at 619-312-4586.
We'll be debuting songs from the upcoming Red Cloud album, Hawthorne's Most Wanted, hitting stores May 22nd, 2007. Also, stay tuned to the contest to help promote the release. Until then, go shampoo your neighbor's pitbull. Yo!
This is Max One, kicking down your door with SINKAST number 16. Keeping it brownified, today's a very special day. This is the last SINKAST that'll be recorded before the release of Night House 3. So basically, I've got 30 minutes to make you weep.
I'm hearing through the grapevine that syntax and terrific wants a piece of me for representing like a stallion on a hill. That's neither here nor there. On this episode, I get down to the nitty-gritty with my bro, Max One. I'm gonna go grab my coat while you listen to We Spin, off Night House Number First.
All I can't, what up? Cause then let's play chicken. I'll let you be the first one that's worth. Can't on your last nerve.
Competitors that rely on the go-teeth and chainings. Be kind of concrete. From my brain, things. Trust my saliva, staying things.
Burn holes like alien spit. Chain things. That's coming from the hell pit. Spits bones into the mud.
Then walk across it. My strength is ill. That's why you just can't get by. Just can't take me.
Just won't break me. Keep trying. But that's why you're meant to be dying. Right back to bits and through the Holy Spirit.
I see an envelope and push it. I'm tired of them saying that my music's been ten years behind. Stop looking at the park culture. Look at the front line.
We spin like metal in one of the wind. The earth of the beginning and the end. Fire on the mic and it keeps it hot. So, journey kinda metal for you.
The sun. The earth of the beginning and the end. Fire, journey kinda metal for you. Permission to enter the circle.
If you're permitted I will rip it with rhythm and dribble. I've driven the audience. The ass on my side on my side. I'll go in size.
Minus militant for your highness. I'm out of life. You can roll it up on your head. I want to buy my highness.
I'll look up in bars and beat it. I'm on a meanest trip. I'm on a meanest trip. I'm a liquid.
The earth of the beginning. Fire on the mic and it keeps it hot. Durk out of metal for you. You're out of slatter.
You can always do this in gas. That was We Spin by Dirt. Featuring Red Cloud, Man of War and Caitlin of Sackler Fashion. A little fact about that song.
Caitlin was actually afraid to record with Red Cloud and Man of War. She felt threatened by the overbearing gangster presence. The funny thing is she didn't mind dirt at all. She was totally confident that she could overpower in muscles.
Let's get to my bro. Bro. Bro. Hey man.
Large bro fester. What's the matter Poppy? I don't like doing interviews. No need to be nervous bro.
Just relax cause you chatting with Max. Kind of why I'm nervous. It seems like you put people on a spot and try to make them feel dumb and stuff. No, no, no.
Mr. Bro jangles. Yeah. Not at all.
I'm a journalist home bro. I get the facts. Then I calls them like I see them. Just don't take me out of context please.
No bro blemo. From what I understand you played all the instruments and did all the vocals with Sackler Fashion. Yeah. You invented syntax records.
Yeah. Surbock domes is the name of your alligator lizard. Yeah. Red Cloud braids your hair and paints your nails.
Yeah. Clear coat of course. You can still do most breakdance moves except for the knee spin cause you think it's corny. Yeah.
You despise the term beatbox. I do. Yeah. It's all about what's real with me.
Don't fret. I do. This is just me with love love off night hours too. This is after the Soul Seekers breakup and before the Soul Seekers makeup.
Come to think of it. Now I guess it's okay to say that it is all love. Love. I'm a little to know.
I'll be driven the ground but my memory's get me energy to write the next line. So it's gonna down. I could jumble jack in the tailspin. Safe chop samples like against who sailsmen.
Nipples them to the brakes like a cast in glass. The future is the maybe remnants on the panel. It's instead of last. The old my first single.
No cookie cut a jam to R&B. Niggles I'm all grown up but I ain't blown up. Can't read the needle so it ain't sewn up but show now fuck you are present. On to the break a dawn.
Like lessons. Show now fuck you are present. On to the break a dawn. On to the break a dawn.
When cats be haking on you show a little. When someone cuts you off on the freeway just. When your friends ain't being too friendly. The only way to overcome hate is to.
This is the Sincast. Bro over north. Bro sift Simmons. Randy bro tour.
Yeah. Come give me a hug. I'll be like that. Come here, come here.
That's right. There there bro. That was nice. You feel better now?
I do. Let me give you another hug. Broably not. But I would be willing to give you a neck tattoo.
Okay. Okay. Let's get down to business. What is your favorite Red Cloud song?
I will still get me fired up. What is your favorite aspect of Red Cloud's live show? When you take off the 30 and shake your head around. Now we're talking.
So what's next for my brodling partner max one? You mean other than. Wrong with you. It sounds like you just swallowed a kinker.
Stick. Or like a bag of. Or rocks or something. Infantago.
Oh. This is Brandon from sex class fashion. You are listening to the Cincast. You gotta go with it.
Get up and keep going. Stop the bullshit. And every play is just another day but I ask what is it. A chance to wake up and truly make a difference.
Push by the hands of time along with us. This is the brake that holds lazy. It's in it. So the snooze button.
It's for those with excuses. And who's playing. Those who's useless. The tips to get by.
With no work or sweat. Or stuck in the butt. Not trying to get out. Just a deep breath.
That's never refreshed. And a pair of close eyes when quiet is kept. Cause we slept with zoom on the road of opportunity. The laziness.
Maybe it's the voices inside. That one's shown the blown. How the fear to face this race and run. But for some life it's never become a dream.
It's never stopping to make sure I'm standing right. Cause life is a never ending building. Development and the foundation is the most run. Urban talents it's shown to.
Outward expressions of what the inside holds. And I fold the mode. That it's broken or is still fitted. So exit only comes to those who remain.
Living to the fact of unchanged frames. The whole picture of ungame fame. But for the past and change it. It takes more than talk.
For rearranged. But worth it. Just fade. Tune in to the Cincast.
What? We're back. Whoa. That was the indigenous artists block for this episode of the Cincast.
If you're just tuning in. I'm sorry. Because this is a podcast. And that doesn't make any sense.
But you miss Red Cloud with Big City of Dreams featuring Pigeon John. And Kaboos with Get Up. Both songs found exclusively on Night Owl 3. The chiropractors goldmine.
The next song has folks buzzing. Like my Motorola Bravo Express in 1995. With EF cutting on the tables. Shane Newville on the beat.
And bored. This is SoulSeeker's. Blowing a hold in your speakers with. Lost Boys.
But I'll Fraggle. Let's go. How you figure? You the bigger man.
Pickin' a fight. You want to win it then it's gonna touch a husband. Or a teenager. We major cross the demographics.
Who's the theory hesitant. They all begin the panic like scribbling idiots. They're all so mysterious. You're on the mirror.
Of speech. Pigeon. It freaks. And I'll teach you how to speak.
And I'll teach you how to speak. Start a day. Saint's out. They're school of all easily.
So now you're a cow. I'm this mitzel. I'm a lotta d'ee. I'm a lotta d'ee.
I'm a lotta d'ee. I'm a lotta d'ee. I'm a lotta d'ee. You bark at least mark me, so the kids, we workin' so hard to raise long hard days, but not watch pay To work away from your slaves mentality What?
From Brolina, you thought I was lyin', that's the opposite of how I roll. I'm a brolanthropist, rolling positive and hard, making it happen like oxygen and water. If you think this is a cakewalk, you've got another thing comin', and it probably doesn't taste anything like bakies. Ha, bakies, I've got royal ruckus trapped inside of my bone cave.
Clever, isn't it? I hope they don't flat-line. Next up, Red Cloud, Man of War, and Max One jogging place on your corpse, with the technique of a centering on Soldier, the latest addition to the syntax stable, Tommy Percival's on the beat, bro. That was Death Shepherd, so go hide your pets.
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Check it out. Here's what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna play an extra song on this episode. This is hundreds by Lou Garrity, absent-minded, and spoken-nizzered.
So get ready to vomit. I'm so smooth that I watch my hair with smother chocolate milk singing to shirt, kid, you need to wash it all. We are Heart, manly, and true, it's so dank, glass, sophisticated. This is Max One giving you the 411 for everyone.
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