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Jam Baxter is a very talented UK artist making up 1/5 of the super group Contact Play and also a member of SMB, not to mention his pursuit of a solo career. Baxters first solo release is titled 'Rinse Out Friday/Spack Out Monday' which is impossible to fault, he's back do the same again but this time with his second solo album titled 'The Gruesome Features'.

The Gruesome Features has a total of 16 tracks of Jam Baxter distorting the atmosphere, spitting descriptive tales and concepts straight from an extraterrestrial brain. The album features a wide range of artists and producers which Baxter hasn't simply plucked names out of a hat, they have been hand chosen due to the coherence they add to his album.

Borrowed Time features Baxter and Edward Scissortongue which feels like they're going back to back to outdo each others intricate wordplay. Gourmet Flesh features Baxter and UK legend Ransom Badbonez going in with their explosive styles over a ferocious beat. Eggs is one of my favorite tracks on the album, Baxter shows his double time flow which intertwines with Dabbla's lyrical ability and flow creating an onslaught of some of the finest homegrown - Not to mention the insane skit at the end of the track.

Q by Jam Baxter

Q Lyrics

Year of Release: 2012
Verse 1
    • The end of the end blues ran deep in their trembling flesh and their fresh wounds
    • I slept in the queue extending in red plumes coiled round a rock restless
    • Lepers in lead shoes in single file silence
    • The slug trail marches
    • Craning necks stretch into rams horn branches arching round shoulders
    • Eyes on stalks snake round the stick figures on their white hot forks
    • Fog falling
    • Vendors in the distance, flogging sugar eyelids, peddling religions
    • Penny for a lost day, seven for a sixpence
    • A cavalcade of kings and their devilish afflictions, hold line
    • One whisper tore through the doors yet again
    • And soared high above the rest for a second
    • Like a feathered friend shifting and burning in a simultaneous flash
    • Charred beak quivers as it hits the glacial mass
    • Old hag sobbing into wine glass
    • Dried bark smoulders in an old man’s pipe as the skies part
    • Lines start moving in their multi-coloured comet trails
    • Dogged pale ink blots choking on their patience
    • I tried to hold the vomit in my mouth I promise
    • And when my cheeks burst I felled a whole forest, honest
    • Push past them cut them and collide
    • ‘Cos I dreamt of a fuckable stack of stunners on the other side
Hook
    • Its like snakeskin paths in the dust
    • Following the cracks in the caramel crust
    • Please save my place
    • White lights whirling in the brain
    • That led a tiny clown through a dying giant’s veins
    • Please save my place
    • So calling all mugs mice masters and mules
    • Cloud chewing hogs huge mutants and ghouls
    • Please queue here
    • Either that’s a glace cherry on his chest
    • Or the snipers had him locked in his crosshairs forever
    • Let me guess
    • Queue here
Verse 2
    • “We will now serve civilian a trillion and four and snip the instrument for insolence positioned in his jaws”
    • Yelled a smug steward chewing on his tenth peppered steak
    • Cold hands rubbing at his wet lettuce face
    • Step forth, the doors dissolved just for him
    • Ushered into black clouds painting silver skulls on his supple skin
    • Muffling the wolf whistles streaming from beneath
    • That used to form an iron shell around his featureless physique
    • Now, his flesh slipped off him
    • To reveal his bones had grown mouths of their own to scream freedom for once
    • And each muscle slid into the sky dripping sweetened blood
    • Melting through the icy floor slipping on a sea of slush
    • Beating heart pukes a new gospel in a stubborn gut takes a bow and crumbles in a puff of dust
    • A short fat cripple caught his eyes in a rusty jug
    • Inflating them to twin suns burning brightly up above
    • Lips stretched into plush red carpets
    • Unfurling further, phlegm forms the varnish
    • Every brain cell swanning out into the carnage to pause for the cameras flashing
    • Every pattern matching
    • Mind splattering an intricate design on every grinning speck of space spread in infinite supply
    • Nothing left but a grain of salt shrinking in the sky
    • We will now serve civilian a trillion and five
Hook
  • Its like snakeskin paths in the dust
  • Following the cracks in the caramel crust
  • Please save my place
  • White lights whirling in the brain
  • That led a tiny clown through a dying giant’s veins
  • Please save my place
  • So calling all mugs mice masters and mules
  • Cloud chewing hogs huge mutants and ghouls
  • Please queue here
  • Either that’s a glace cherry on his chest
  • Or the snipers had him locked in his crosshairs forever
  • Let me guess
  • Queue here

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