Riveting and diabolical. Sultry at the bounds of anonymity and boldness. A street named Desire, fastens the seatbelt of reason. And where ‘Terrifty’ sits, awaiting, at the cross roads of that sanity; legs elongated across the folding lawn chair of chaos. Beloved and brooding.
Said Nikolas of his upcoming album (April 28th) ‘The Foie Gras Antithesis’: “It transits genre and theme as a means of representing the contradictory nature of the self in a state of modern confusion and to cater to the sporadic and inattentive youth of today.”
The fresh air of the night air, dances on your forehead of deception and idiotic honesty. You’d wanted that anxiety to fulfill your every crack of humanity. Just to feel alive once more.
Word, Nikolas. Word.