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03[050]03[051]I contain the science to make an angel bleedthrough his visionSunz of /!fanultraviolet superceptionThis is aftermath music for a weary world stoned into a stupefiedsuperception. Public Enemy's war demanded hyperalert soldiers, thejagged edge of '89'S Black Steel in the Hour of Chaos. In Sunz of Man's'95 Soldiers of Darkness, HipHop gives into visions, plunges into thewaking nightmares that The Bomb Squad's alarm for the world tried toprevent: 'V isions of me on the night of a solar eclipse aboarding themothership taking my last glimpse from this deluded earth.' External warhas been internalized into 'the depths of my inner sight' only to spill outblurring the borders in a psychosonic storm.Sunz of Man begin at the point of extreme exhaustion, when soldiershallUCinate, suffer from crisis apparitions. Wu Tang producer Genius's'95 track Greyhound Part 2 Remix starts out already exhausted, defeated,its tempo barely more than a trudge, footsore. Caught in the aftermathof explosion, Killah Priest's voice peels inside out in slow motion.Hurled into a windtunnel of delayed impact, vowels buckle and groan,consonants gust in phonemic debris thrown off by a distant detonation.Wheezing groans intensify the sense of overwhelming fatigue.Greyhound Part 2 is a long march, a trek extolled by chimes heardthrough smoke , transient tones of tintinnabulation. Flutes, trumpets,guitar are fatigued, winded. A boneweary 'yea h' escapes from someone'sthroat. Gregorian chorale stretches into hive noise. The moans ofperverse monks imbue everything with a cloistered malevolence.Haunted-house violins cycle into steady micropolyphonal swarms atonce hallowed and dolorous. Soldiers hallucinate celestial visitations onthe Somme in WWI: 'I was shown the crucifixion by 2 Egyptians/ A war inheaven, I saw Christ with a Mac II/ SO I joined him and prepared forArmageddon, Armageddon, Armageddon.'Decapitated MCs wander like wraiths through the warzone ofHeadless HipHop. Brontosaurian bass stalks a battlefield scorched byblasts of megalithic guitar feedback. His voice slowed down to a groan,Killah Priest is a headless MC reciting from beyond the grave.All this seems to be an exorcism to make ourdemons flowAntonin ArtaudThe Priests Will Soon SwarmTime feeds forward into the new Dark Ages. Each time the Inner Mind'sEye blinks, it puts out the sun. In Revelations, the Son of Man isHeaven's hired assassin, putting Sinners to the sword on Judgement Day.Multiplying the Son of Man into the Sunz of Man - dramaturgist KillahPriest, vocalists 62nd Assassin, Prodigal Sunn, Hell Razah, producer 4thDisciple - blaze with a solar fanaticism. They are God 's Avengers,'soldiers of idolatry fighting the sins of reality.' Each 12 rescoresRevelations as auditionary Sonic Fiction, a War in Heaven with allfactions desperate to maintain control.The Earth is their deerpark and you are its fawns. Sunz of Man arenot human so much as devout exterminators, 'the universal warlord ':Cortez with a Kalashnikov M16 . They are Armageddon acceleratorsinflaming the sensations they deplore, who 'came together for oneaccord', to dream of genocide for Jesus: 'Hearken. As the night darkens,you 've been warned that the priests will soon swarm.'Visions of priests spreading their cloaks and swarming overOklahoma, searching for unbelievers to put to the sword and 'be doneaway like the unicorn'. Killing is praying, terror is faith, murder is holy.Killah Priest warns of the 'side effects' of war which 'bring theglycosis' until 'insanity enters humanity, invades the central nervoussystem.' Abruptly his voice slurs and slides into glossolalia, becomes anurgent gibberish overwhelmed, jacknifed by a voluptuous swoon neverheard in HipHop before: 'this technique is so aaah, aaah - ' andHipHop's voicearmour is overcome by the wargasm .Reeling from the force of revelation, he recounts how 'the 4 run tothe 4 corners of the earth an d the 5th run into the sun .' In a dazedaccapella, Killah Priest, the annihilator, is pierced by 'a light beam ' untilhe recollects how he 'was formed in a white dream.'Killah Priest doesn't so much rap as incant or invoke in aninquisitorial tone. Reverb snatches his voice to the alcoves. He 'sTorquemada at Millennium's End, the final despot who commands you to'bring the wicked before me and slay them before my feet.' There's nodoubt that this fanatical anti-abortionist was there at the burning ofSodom and Gomorrah, bombing the bathhouses, torching the clubs.