We’ve updated our Terms of Use to reflect our new entity name and address. You can review the changes here.
We’ve updated our Terms of Use. You can review the changes here.

A 55 Minute Message From The Pablo Collective

by PACOL.

/
  • Streaming + Download

    Includes high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more. Paying supporters also get unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app.

    Download comes with lyrics and back cover art.
    Purchasable with gift card

      name your price

     

1.
Talk about the beginning And the end of your vows Constellations tell you facts fucker Truth furrows your brow Talk about leaving silhouettes lying down in your wake Prepare for an all night party and keep everything you take Join the club, im the leader, take a seat, I'm your reader Lost your way, I'm your seeker, ride the newly sun, I'm your empathetic Speaker, out my headphones hear your voice but you ain't round Out of body ever present leaving all the players for your incandescence A wholly automatic automated celebrated Totalitated connected and hydrated Fountain of everything, drink from the waters and receive nothing Tell me that there's ideas there, I need the mind of opening My faded logic erases the temple of sanctum in the wheat field My bleeding heart builds the wright construction of the unsealed Big bang for the finisher, bad words for the disher Only take a minute for the shit to hammer home in a world where our blood's counted in kilo bytes and ohms Tell the man you're ready, tell the doctor you're steady They don't know that they're plotting an attack on the people that arrange narratives with thumbtacks I got the plague, do you want some? you loathe it but in the end you'll succumb The futures past the last corner are you ready for the battalion of progress retentive coroners? I don't understand it, we tried our best But to some consistency in ideas is what's worth a test Gratis events when the creator feels generous, and still gets fucked by the ones who exude malevolence The death of the author, the deaths of the artists Everybody's dying but the cash is rolling in to stop the writer from crying Blue and red, calling out the songs of the pure breds 187 and a 11-44 at the place of residency of some guy in his 20s He was shot in the back sitting at his desk, with the chair on the ground and the fibers a speck Cops got there too late, he didn't leave a trace, the suspect gone nowhere and the man without a face Scattered around the room were his paintings and records the only thing that got untouched was his safe full of more hoards of money, diamonds, checks for the bank A rolex watch, and the only thing stolen was the keys to his think tank On his desk was a computer filled with social media accounts each one of them relating to a steady follower count He made music, released it to the public, they listened once and then proceeded to tell him to shove it You had your chance, now get the fuck into your lane Stop fuckin around or we'll be forced to bring the pain He said okay, and did it again Next thing you know he's dead in the end Police left the place, and gave up the chase Left the body there to rot away and stink up the place A year later the custodian opens his door And a finds a small compact disc where his body was before
2.
Taking off the bars from the cell is how I make my living Lord not be smitten by the cage and the angry men willing Sta cat to lines with a netscape glow Try not to die with an orinico flow Wednesday is my day to live in the 6x8 Thursday I've gone far when the gone guards show up late Cali meets Quentin, introduce the cash lane Tell them a story and now your duck has become lame Tongue is what he says to lay down the facts Our living is killed off by folsom property tax Break off the talent show and break out malignant prose Take off the dirty clothes and take out the compost Make off the measly dough and makeout the John Doe I'm trying hard, try and forgive, im making mine, so why can't I live I'm trying hard, try and forgive, im making mine, so why can't I live I'm trying hard, try and forgive, im making mine, so why can't I live One three foresight for finale Five six ate the fruit of denali Nine tentative lies for back alleys Nineteen seventy nixon Death Valley 36 inch ran them hand off Drive slow lynch face them mind off David looks and sees them kind off Impossible precision pick off Cash the check for a newlywed lie down in the block with a newly hemmed Jump ship when you walk off the dock hey one way Go in never leave and they keep you none paid Possessions possessed by the people You detest Full of felony and the jay walk reset Judging by your faults I'd say you're due Repair your mind and shove it in that's cool 48 feet not lovin that's cool Think you're out in a bit that's new Wolves on the prowl back home that's you Free card don't work here bye bye adieu Here nor there you're not going no way We're carving you a mold alert it's all gray Just like the thoughts of lockedgenarians Dormant and solemn till the call of the clarion Cali meets Quentin, introduce the cash lane Tell them a story and now your duck has become lame Tongue is what he says to lay down the facts Our living is killed off by folsom property tax Break off the talent show and break out malignant prose Take off the dirty clothes and take out the compost Make off the measly dough and makeout the John Doe I'm trying hard, try and forgive, im making mine, so why can't I live Pacing around my square number 1031 printed on the door Workspace with no square feet and my walls are lined with my missing drawers The table turns while my record churns My collection gone while my eyes learn My work is done count eyes they're none Walk along the edge and my cash is bum Talk along the guards are gone and now I work til they come back Knock upon the walls I'm a pawn castle walls got me catchin flack The people need the constant flow and I'm only giving up an inch of slack Three walls and a window too bad I got the blinds opened up a crack Na na na na na na is all I got leanin up to my cv Chatter for days and all I've got is what I got on tv La la la la la la la is all I hear walking down the street of sidewalks Cars don't go here I don't go here I'm just goin off the deadlock Up the track, and now we've got the knack too bad the guys don't know that our lives are cut back Locked inside my life inside my dingey shack Disciples enroute to the total lie while I'm left inside, who's the real tau Private peers know that my face is off content inside's based upon the dow Watch my peephole in the night Open up my slot I might Tell you my life story alright You shut my cell up in delight You laugh and hit the night alive Ill make the product out of spite The grave of us on which you jive When I leave you have just arrived Imma do it well, from the cradle to these other places Representing my opinions in my words but not my faces Ring the bell for a town I skipped, no holds barred for me Except the bars that i built to box inside for thee Click clack of a keyed clink they walk beside without seein me Puppy eyes got cliched ain't no problems that ain't solved being me The walls torn you see me lookin like I got no chance So look away go back to bed and do my song and dance Eyes look but don't read shit recollect my jaw don't heed this When they come for my legs let em bleed this Sunken eyes got my teeth fixed door outside don't got the wreath fixed Surface level got beneath mixed Sandy laced vision the split decision obscured by the quick revision Of a work marked by pale attention got a mark of my vague intention Write about my tell tale dissension Think about the pretension 321 now the lies ending hypocritical thoughts and I'm still pretending That I think straight please don't hate won't take the trait gotta new bait Taking off the bars from the cell is how I make my living Lord not be smitten by the cage and the angry men willing Wednesday is my day to live in the 6x8 Thursday I've gone far when the gone guards show up late Cali meets Quentin, introduce the cash lane Tell them a story and now your duck has become lame Tongue is what he says to lay down the facts Our living is killed off by folsom property tax Break off the talent show and break out malignant prose Take off the dirty clothes and take out the compost Make off the measly dough and makeout the John Doe I'm trying hard, try and forgive, im making mine, so why can't I live
3.
Ants 02:30
The ants continue their odyssey on the walls around me I'm living like I've never lived before on a trip to the places that don't astound me Cookie crumbs pile up on a one way trail to my endgame Follow it to the destination and you'll find me looking ahead at the dust on the mainframe Laugh it up with some friends we got the whole thing figured out Till someone drops the ball and we all take our fingers out And point them at each other it's a game of second guessing Who knew that the best rewards and reliefs would come from allegedly confessing To things I didn't know were possible, it's crazy how these things go Gone in an instantly vanishing cloud that makes me hold your heads low To view the concrete, tell me how your concealed soul feels Measure your heartbeat in the backseat, now tell me how your pigeonhole feels Sitting at my desk I get a sense of the world's flow You take a single solitary piece of it and feel the stones thrown I leave my room for the first time in a while to go find something to do And only find more ants scaling up my walls to infect and intrude
4.
gMicr4T9 01:33
[instrumental]
5.
Jamslaps 04:02
Hit it up and then you got jamslaps Modify it and now you got jamslaps The glitch is so blasé we on that jamslaps Obscuring what we don't wanna see it's all jamslaps Hit it up and then you got jamslaps Modify it and now you got jamslaps The glitch is so blasé we on that jamslaps Obscuring what we don't wanna see it's all jamslaps I don't blink anymore I can't fucking see The only thing left open is my mouth I can't fucking read Scroll down the aesthetic is too thick With more drown in the filter it's too slick Venereal virus vacant lot skeletal bars Salad bar take it off dressing for fading stars Imperatively dressed for failure Level headed freak with no aspiration or savior Instant graph of glossy contour finish Sell for gram nine out of ten keep cynic Tick clock tick bite night fight in the night light Neon eye bleeders infiltrate the vogue, sarcastic to add I might Vapor trails and crop dusting no foresight or awareness Ain't serious just food for thought spread careless Going hungry got a new friend to keep me company Starvation coming near he pretends to be who I'm not so humbly Throw caution to the wind and I'm choking off the drift Plastic bag stories covering my sight and creating a rift Hit it up and then you got jamslaps Modify it and now you got jamslaps The glitch is so blasé we on that jamslaps Obscuring what we don't wanna see it's all jamslaps Hit it up and then you got jamslaps Modify it and now you got jamslaps The glitch is so blasé we on that jamslaps Obscuring what we don't wanna see it's all jamslaps Close my eyes and the lights inside ain't bright out Melting walls and my surveyor's got its eyes out Night out on the town and I'm stayin on my death bed Communications strained when my status ain't ascend Dead drop i drop we drop when the iron's hot Listen to em tell me opportunities I ain't got My space is invaded not my fault it's just their fun Their taste is pervaded catch the wave it's here and done Quick micro fraction of existence off my hard drive Intellivations tell me that it's intellect that will not thrive Endless names with no faces got nowhere to turn Endless flames with no basics got chances to learn Alter ego trip on my company time Autumn leaves fall flat on my lifetime Online branches influence this anytime Conducive environment stimulates my pastime
6.
Top floor collapsing shaft Elevation prevention of the gaffe Brown grass where my food grows and the worn dirt outlasts Antecedent rip won't heed it end coming quicker than they thought won't need it Children missing and chances missing we all gotta look for em without sneak dissing The throne of exclusivity the zone of insensitivity The gnome on your lawn very poor example of your mainline intrinsic subjectivity Burnt off tastebuds from my new goalpost tear down the walls even Though I'll make sure that this tentpole sets off the flame in these halls Walk off the streets envelope the heat Never wanna take from the dirty ground quick jog around the fakes and I'm never found hey Watch where you're stepping my friend there's new gold brewed every second my right facing bookend Alchemical ridicule of the backwards cuticle superficially insanitary reign of my crucible Never let my marathon get outpaced my gravy train jump on and get disgraced Electricity charging my wick keep marching while y'all keep starving venerate the never seen margin Esoteric feelings distressed handling isomeric dealings suppressed Two parts make whole thirteen tracks makes gold don't at me but I let all the fiends go Click click click click click click click click until I let the community know The ground under my feet is falling out The ground under my feet is falling out The ground under my feet is falling out The ground under my feet is falling out The town when I greet is stalling me The frown who I meet is stalking me The town when I greet is stalling me The frown who I meet is stalking me The ground under my feet is falling out The ground under my feet is falling out The ground under my feet is falling out The ground under my feet is falling out Braggadocios teeth when I strike the prey Pray for me when I treat all the ideas like clay Sound the bells when I gotta problem telling me to calm down ain't an option I never thought like this before I never saw like this before Peel back the curtain and my eyes are clean Putting on the show for the kids like me Never wanna be Somethin less than what I see Workin for waterfalls Flip the sights on unblinking eyeballs Undo the dirt underneath my soul
7.
EPCOT 03:49
Paper walls with my brand new home appliances Unending calls from the home association scientists Walk the talk and see all of my lovely friends and colleagues Today is work tomorrow play and then we get some coffees Under the shade I buy my new sink and my groceries Camera lens on the wife while she counts her fading rosary Day in, and day out, we walk along the gallery And take in, and take out, the punch card for our salary Drive in, and drive out, the underground's our new home And live in, and live out, our lives under the dome Right in, and right out, the door to my location And move in, and move out, the furniture for new rotation Day in day out day in day out day in day out day in day out Thursday game night with the family we got our chips out Sweet talk employers hope they don't see me holding my script out Normal day with normal stuff but I got a whiff of something Everybody's lookin like they're one hello away from hunting Telegraph incoming from the state get the fuck out or face the consequence A city with no problems that's an insult of our confidence An eye twitch with a slight twist and the tomorrow visions are nada First shell that touched down gave quick flashes of the visage of stigmata The mouse singers cry and they barricade their homes The city center's gone and businesses don't got loans The wolf inside the wall is your ally you know he really needs you Or else you'll face the mob outside you know they really want to meet you Crumbling vistas with a smack of beauty, foundation's fucked riots your duty Who's the villain them or us, W E D or L B J entrust The lifeline tracks ablaze while the executives count their days EPCOT's falling apart when they drop all the hollow shots from the hilltop Nanking of the hill drop off from the bill from the fire to the grill stay in the cave from the chill Winter coming early on the spot we make a clot the rats are stuck inside let em rot Have your fun living nice on the run people look and they shun family gone now the glaze is done Betrayal from above and the interior look the man in the eye call him your superior Now pause The city of the future's now a relic of the past Now we live in the maintenance tunnel living off the trash Ambitions gone and now we got the park for the smash Day in, and day out, we walk along the gallery And take in, and take out, the punch card for our salary Drive in, and drive out, the underground's our new home And live in, and live out, our lives under the dome Right in, and right out, the door to my location And move in, and move out, the furniture for new rotation Day in day out day in day out day in day out day in day out The compounds reached its end And the sky is beneath our heads We're all outta this place And now we're erased The collapse of the family The creation of the legacy We stare down at who's left And see them stare back down Day in, and day out, we walk along the gallery And take in, and take out, the punch card for our salary Drive in, and drive out, the underground's our new home And live in, and live out, our lives under the dome Right in, and right out, the door to my location And move in, and move out, the furniture for new rotation Day in day out day in day out day in day out day in day out
8.
Chimer 04:36
Conversations on identity while I impersonate Can't tell them the future but I sure can incentivate Debates on generosity while I supplicate Offer new solutions that'll fail, but we'll acclimate Misty hazed lens wiped off in a jiffy The stalker looks in the mirror and sees the liar gettin busy Para-dime and a nickel for shiftin my opinion Why pick a side when you can stay in your dominion Treetop message from the clouds above saying make your decision or you will to be disposed of A hot head with a cold streak, where's the hatred Firmly footed on the ledge tipping point passed wasted Time doing nothing, run off in the whip from the outside World for trying to encourage us to our backslide Down the hill towards the jaws of a cracked curbside By side to the mansion where I'll be sitting in a life of misguide Sitting on the side of the road my friend comes up to me He says how you doin and I say get away from me I'm tired of being in the cockpit without keys in ignition A group of hypocrites with hypothetical cognition I tell him I need a new education Not for arts but for the things where science didn't see a causation We evolved too slow and now we're eating the future's dust Literal figurations of the people on the inside of the robust You're talking crazy man, I don't know what you're saying man We're getting linked together man, what're you conveying man I can keep in touch with my buddies and see what they're all up to We're gonna get some coffee later today, why have you withdrew I think about it for a second and I don't have an answer I walk defeated off to the side while my friend quits the banter He walks up and says can I help you man I quit the facade and I say it straight to him I say I got no idea what my future holds I'm blaming all my problems, on the things that harm you and me I got more friends than I need at once I know the face, but I don't know the name I don't think there's anything really wrong Or at least, not just with me I'm saying no to the things that help me the most A new sincerity, with a new lack of clarity Gots no way to find out what's right to do Well I guess I'll try and figure it out now
9.
sMoogBP 02:31
[instrumental]
10.
The J 07:13
Well I'm in the Yellow Light District and now I've passed it They saw the lights and slowed down but I said fuck it and gassed it Went through in five seconds flat, no stops Stuck on the other side, and I miss it, give it props In the rear view mirror I see time slow down The type of place that makes you want to skip your own town Live slow and die slow, long tunnel with no light Didn't realize it at first so I'll just blame my nearsight Well i've passed yesterday and I want to go back Miss the minutes I spent there, should've stayed for a snack X-ray goggles viewed with rose tinted glasses Seems like I'm the only one who didn't leave with the masses Outside of favour and outside of time I noticed the facade and undetected grime The crumbling faces of the past and time unspent Fading just like memories of another year's Christmas present I'm frightened of the now because I know what happens next The state of the future is what my past life reflects Well i've passed yesterday and I want to go back Miss the minutes I spent there, should've stayed for a snack X-ray goggles viewed with nostalgic glasses Seems like I'm the only one who didn't walk with the masses View changes and you watch the daylight give way to the moon Holed up in your escape now watch the evils you know get immune I'm five hundred miles past and the sun beats down like noon I'm sorry man, but the power you bring ain't enough to change these dunes Glassed over eyelids open up to show my concentrated truth rays Sand is not my forerunner I don't associate with those days Look right through me and all you get is the desert beyond my daze My waters running out the heat pounds and I'm stuck in the haze I'm frightened of the now because I know what happens next The state of the future's what my past life reflects I'm frightened of the now because I know what happens next The state of the future's what my past life reflects I'm frightened of the specters on my road I need a guide for the way I'm going to the edge of my life and I won't stop till I'm primer gray My friends always told me that I'm going nowhere with my searching Jokes on them nowheres the final stop for my tossing and turning The neon signs tell me where not to go while the graffiti does The rubble pours up on the grass Chalk dust in the outline of a building The leaves on the trees have caught fire The next town's got a motel and nothing more The semi's are closing in to the sides, and the highways as above and so below The gps maps the roads and my nervous system Too bad the streets don't feel anything The air flows through our bodies and back out Circulated by the ac out and back into our lungs in the same way Fences put up to block the outside The sun falls and you can't see anything The day arrives and there's nothing to see This road stop stretches for miles It's 3 a.m., kinda dizzy, and I can't see the end Remember having remembered hearing the song years ago I miss when I had nostalgia over nostalgia A blessing in disguise coming from the higher powers April showers bring cold pines so stop and smell the flowers Does the rain fall when the rain man plea Dances at the masked ball and not the jamboree Life of bakshi and the death of banshees And the median does see past the gloam and agrees That the mean is not the mode and that borrowed money's owed And the esprit of emcees is the imploded mother lode Origination of excellence is the destination of my exigence Self improvement for my soul and I don't need markings on the residence I'm living off the fellowship of killing off the ego trip Nothing's on my mind and there's a tundra in my brain Holding synapses accountable for lack of inward pain A sprained moral compass and I don't got a magnet Im walkin on the sidewalk to a life of open caskets Ask him where the hell i'm going he's got the answers Find out who's in charge really, me or the chances Don't tell me where to go man I'll drift on my own terms Either find the man himself or meet the one that's got the goat horns Or maybe multi limb-ited edition holy mountain superficial The moles inside my eyes see the difference but ain't prejudicial Little death cum nirvana I'm starvin off the food I bring The desert floor ain't warm enough to fend the mood I bring The connection that I gots too cold to show the prude you've been Who do I believe the one that shows me how skewed you've been Or the one that tells me nothing, living silent by the decade Sure ain't keeping track of em but he's the one that's got it made Marionetter by trade and arranger by necessity Do we trust him or leave him to the dust, what's the prophecy I ponder all these problems while the desert snakes circle me I've searched enough now that the god above's forsaken thee See you on the other side whether that's here or there You write my words down in your memoirs in your armchair Your ideology of others has now been made stunning While my fatal search for the ending has ended in nothing I'm frightened of the now cause I know what happens next The state of the future's what my past life reflects And I'm frightened of the now cause I know what happens next The state of the futures what my past life reflects
11.
How Ironic 04:45
How ironic that I'm yelling at the phonies in the mirror How ironic that I'm cookin off the concrete in december How ironic that you're learning the faults but still contemplate em How ironic that compound's your canvas but you'll never paint em How ironic that my scenes through lines bleed through Exposing your brain functions in a paper ruse But to me it's all a joke see I say pointing at the microphone that's wired to the radio Hidden camera shows nature of manifesto Slowed down living with a sunset wallpaper Computer got the answers to my soul but not the newspaper See, isn't that a fallacy my mind says yes to thirty years ago but my heart lacks the agency To discern between agencies My enjoyment that I seek is neutered by hypocrisy I speak How ironic that you only use your ears for singing out of rhythm How ironic that you've never called us your friend How ironic that we're alive without a care in existence How ironic that the pain comes from within Meta narratives can go die alone asa nisi masa heritage where I've cried alone Soothing sounds and sights two dimensional heights laced with turpentine lights Burning bright meets the end glitch is gone meet my friend Narrow stream gotta leave carve my valley climb my trees Oh no, frío got me chilly needle bandera got me chili Take a trip on the easy street, you don't really like it just pretend take a seat "oh I only really like it cuz it's awful" "they're a guilty pleasure showing that you care is unlawful" "don't worry man im legit it's all ironic" "that one thing that I hate it's so iconic" Dont worry bout your following, they're all ironic Tell it through your mask that I'm so iconic We say you're not a blunder, but we're all ironic Nobody to keep you remembered you're not iconic
12.
(part 1: burial of the inside) Pyrex made insides view the light and walk the endless trail The path of height and the older years trading calm for my teeth and nail Making nights of visions Talking tongues ain't wishin Alarm's don't make ambition Not high definition but in Certain circumstances the sharpness of it all won't calm me down Until the microphones and lines decide to walk me down The empty river flowing town glass places viewed above the radar Interference interference on the streetcar Celebration ends the moon leaves its spot Two figureheads stare at each other but don't talk a lot Removal of the outside influencers end up dead inside The burial of the inside Four square playground ain't a Kid choose my own game Tell me I'm not the only one who can't articulate my own name And my fate my character breaks laugh my head off In the mad house lookin at pollock before they chop me dead I scoff One leg at a time still got the mob's attention Pay attention Pay attention Too late to pay attention Pay the plant flea tag the wall free Knee needs a bandage, culturality to a fault of damage Immortality or fatality both chosen hard to manage See my life through all seeing eyes but see my thoughts through phrases Quick fake exposé mirror take people's gazes Concentrated on others garrison of the mind Take the feeling in song and bury it inside The friend of your friend is the enemy of my time The mazes we crawl are carved by us, the winds that chime (part 2: 70515220) One year old year cold year my gold's near Platinum coated linings influenza locked inside your ear Fall asleep make the sheets wake up brush your teeth Lightbulb flicker breaker up lightning strike cannot breathe Hippocampus start the reel we made a deal Make it fast and make it done before our meal Lucid feelings dreamy days we all got caught inside the blaze Didn't really cause a problem close your ears shut out the praise Teletronic foreign ways tally marks count for the raise Constant reapproval for communal need to reappraise Never seen it done but it's a new fashion of living Genesis of inspiration sole message from beginning Only eight digits long and I got somethin to do Only eight digits long and I got something to prove Only eight digits long and I catch what I threw Only eight digits long and I waltz through the queue Only eight digits long and I got somethin to do Only eight digits long and I got something to prove Only eight digits long and I catch what I threw Only eight digits long and I waltz through the queue Tell me what I missed? is it nothing? then can it You walk a fine line uninformed or one to cause a racket Elated drones that catch their prey in transit Slapdashery of the dishonest caught on candid Got fifteen minutes watch for scabs that want their five Interviewing of the soul and then you take it out on their live Lihoods, why say no to creation for the hubris to survive The cold winter of february again gonna thrive Off the beats and dine on the heat Telescopic views of streets the operational suite Raise awareness that's sweet the independence of the niche Carbon copy on the sheet instead of doing it discrete I won't tell it again selling promise and amends Can we get an amen misunderstanding businessmen Tear it down we paste it up More self made than a startup Last known whereabouts unknown left up a 5 man throne Only eight digits long and I got somethin to do Only eight digits long and I got something to prove Only eight digits long and I catch what I threw Only eight digits long and I waltz through the queue Only eight digits long and I got somethin to do Only eight digits long and I got something to prove Only eight digits long and I catch what I threw Only eight digits long and I waltz through the queue Only eight digits long
13.
I walk out my door and the sky faces me My future's in front of me and it's telling me "when you see me again you won't be yourself" Who's here to help me, am I really the man Now? See a ten year old sparkling face exploring the ways of now Fog memories back up my projector, the shows over Can't even decide which path to take, they both call my name Finding people with my options open, am I really the man now? Four year plan for a four year deficit, creatively bankrupt We look around for answers but the master all along was the child Grown up lies for a grown up tie, big shoes to fill The father of the future came from the vision of the son Late nights watching the stars rise and fall, making me smile Car rides hearing sounds and shutting eyes down all the miles Young lovers watching them cry and seeing the sky Digging my hole before the moon catches up, am I really the man Now?

about

Created OCT'17-FEB'18
Our message to you. We hope you enjoy it.

FREE TO DOWNLOAD; DOWNLOAD INCLUDES LYRICS

We are not requiring a purchase, but any purchases will go directly to funding a physical release (cassette/vinyl), and allows us to do what we love at a faster rate.

credits

released February 23, 2018

PABLO PRODUCTION
bphax (Noah Chalfant) - Production, Guitar, Vocals, Synthesizer
Tau-9 - Co-Production, Guitar, Bass, Vocals, Lyrics, Drums, Synthesizer
Install a Friend (Sam Hulme) - Co-Production
Lil Pacha (Freeman Lattin) - Saxophone
Nimnohi - Cover Art

license

tags

about

PACOL.

pacol.official@gmail.com

Alix, Noah, Ben, Freeman & Sam

contact / help

Contact PACOL.

Streaming and
Download help

Redeem code

Report this album or account

If you like PACOL., you may also like: