One Song

AsImOff

One

Brandon Backhaus | January 14, 2016

There are sacred places in this world.
There are little corners of comfort. Little slices of home. 
I'm not from Los Angeles. But having been here so long, after not being from here, those pockets have been priceless. 
Those little sacred places where I can go to just be. No pretense. No put-ons. No straight face. No costumes or uniforms. No second guesses. And no half steps. Only pirate kings. Only dreamers and never-do-wells. A growling belly of beautiful hell. 
They never last. They can't.
They're too true. Too real for this world. Too dangerous. Too much fucking fun! 
But when I find them, I cherish them. Frequent them often. Root for them. Join in the fury with a reckless fervor, I should probably thank them for. 
And that kind of real freedom to exist is what makes me love the music coming out of Shambhala Studios. And AsImOff isn't so much as coming out of Shambhala
More like he IS Shambhala
Shambhala has become a treehouse of talent. All after-hours and debauched. An oasis oozing the kind of organic glue that binds scenes together. The kind of foundation that ends up doing more than anybody ever knows. 
My only complaint is that they don't make MORE music. AsImOff has come with a steady stream of rap songs that I fucking love! 
AsImOff has this straight talk effect with people. Like he knows what the fuck he is talking about because he's spent a lifetime asking the questions. Cognition reflected in temperament. His workman-esque raps are saddled with wisdom. The kind of everyday insight you get by being real as fuck! 
Isaac isn't ever preachy so much as spot fucking on. There a "give-no-fucks" approach to his raps but one that still manages to be one of the good guys. 
Too much perseverates from beneath the surface of the underground as played by Shambhala, to name names. But trust that brother AsImOff knows exactly what the fuck he's doing.