th1rt3en is Pharoahe Monch, Marcus Machado & Daru Jones.
Our debut album, “A Magnificent Day For An Exorcism” is available now!
th1rt3en unleash the epic new track “666 (Three Six Word Stories)” which finds the band musically covering Black Sabbath’s “Hand of Doom” so authentically that Sabbath band members thought it was a sample rather than a replay. After Monch sent a letter to explain his intent with the song, the band allowed th1rt3en to use their composition for this new song.
“666 (Three Six Word Stories) was not written for the sake of simply being provocative,” explains Monch, “but to be able to spaz out over a dark groove, losing all control, allow Marcus, Daru and myself to clear a path through this heavy darkness and forge through towards the light at the end of the archaic tunnel we’re all collectively experiencing. I also wanted to embellish on the legend of Ernest Hemmingway’s six word story, so I wrote three six word stories at the end of the song, hence the title 666.”
Aggressive, abrasive, often irreverent and fearless with their examination of the world today, the propelling percussion, bewitching hooks, elite lyricism and brilliant guitar work makes for a sonic explosion worthy of the best of all genres. In a landscape where we are constantly being conditioned to shrink our thinking into social media’s algorithm and age demographic, the world is in need of reflection and atonement and th1rt3en is just the band to get the process started.
th1rt3en – unmasked: 666 (Three, Six Word Stories)
Director/Editor: Milton Walker
Executive Producer: Pharoahe Monch
Production sound: Andrew Litton
Creative Director: Zoi Ellis
Song written and performed by: Pharoahe Monch, Daru Jones, Marcus Machado, Marcus Strickland
Guitars: Marcus Machado
Drums: Daru Jones
Vocals, Bass and Guitars Recorded @ The End – Brooklyn, NY
Engineer – Chris Pummill
Asst. Engineer – Joshua “LJ” Avalos
Recorded by: Chris Pummill
Mixed by: Parks
Photo by David Wallace
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Swing, go ahead take a swing, you a thug you looking like you wanna swing on me, but hesitant cause you don’t know if got the thing on me! … And by thing I mean 29 books of rhymes words are the bullets pages are the clips that hold unlimited ammunition and I just committed crime . The scenery is not fictitious clips or quick depictions of cops taking pics of ice picks sticking out of the victims .. But a Detective taking notes, on a deceased Post, Kellogg’s, General Mills, Quaker Oats and in the bathroom scripted with love is he got nearer, 3 six word stories written with blood on the mirror …
I BREATHE LIKE OXYGEN IS EXPENSIVE. DON’T BE OFFENDED I AM DEFENSIVE.
I LOVE YOU PLEASE TAKE CARE, INTENSIVE.
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