We all know a man like Max. It could be a family member, a mate, a loved one or a lost one, might even be yourself. As dark as this tune is its a beautiful example of a life we all know to well. Absolute masterpiece 👏
Ive been through some dark times in the last few years and sometimes i feel like im becoming Max. Ive been tryna do better and seek help, but the feeling lingers and grows stronger
You and me both. Discovered this subgenre through a mate and we became true followers of it. I studied english literature at school, and somehow this stuff is more poetic than poetry itself. The rich, vivid, satirical, gritty imagery.
this is my favorite album from him, his later stuff also has plenty of songs I like, but I can enjoy this from start to finish, while later projects have instrumental only tracks or songs that barely fall into the category of hip-hop all of which I don't really care for, kinda like the 3 new songs released from his upcoming album, I don't particularly care for them, well maybe apart from Been A Minute
Whenever I am feeling really really shit, like so shit things start getting dark I listen to this song and watch the video and it truly does something for me. Ed you have saved me from some real dark times and for that, I thank you.
This shit is so relatable cos we all probably knew a 'Spastic Max' in our local community or school. I was a bit of an outcast, so I'd talk to this archetype regularly. He's the kid who faced so much darkness he decided to embrace it.
What amazing story telling, vocabulary prowess, lyrical ability and picture paiting. I hate to say this but I fully relate to being in that mosh pit of non - existence in the fourth dimension for too long.....
i so fuckin' relate to this track, the gear,bee,smack call it whathever fucked up my life properly...when you feel really really good then comes to feel really fuckin' bad, no talking' about no fuckin' karma, it's just the duality that happens in this world simple as the day & night, good & bad, moon & sun...my advice, leave you're veins alone..safe
im not sure i fully digested this in full..but the poetry is loud and clear. this label is incredible!!., im shipping every release overseas, its that good!
how could u forget lead dog!!! and taskforce!! haha skinnyman, rodney p, roots manuva. split prohpets, concept of thought!! big up em all, killin it each in there own way. safe, UKHH making moves... support!!! big up all ya
It was 1999 Bonfire Night When the red mist first enveloped his character traits He found himself with no control over his fists wailing on some dickhead’s face from his council estate See many moons had passed since the hope of a 2 point 4 landlubber life style had been smashed into smithereens It was a year ago this very day that the intravenous sludge pumping had taken off at a wild speed He found himself a regular at the phone boxes Cherry Lambrini Bicarb from the corner shop Back to the mould covered wormhole mattress stained practice baccy packs full of flints and butts stinking Nuff guzzling drugs Vein deposit lumps clogging his mug stuck in the mud the AM doth greet him Spastic Max sat in a deluge of acid tabs Flame retardant trackie pants and garage raps sketching Seldom seen was he between A-to-B Missions to spaghetti junctions paints on the underpass Hanging off the highest bridge Rangoose quackathon Throwing breeze blocks through speeding windscreens passing He would climb electricity mains and cut the power from his home town and roam the streets reeling in the panic And cotch in cul-de-sac hedgerows watching single mothers sparking matches in the darkness of their living rooms His grief flourished like anthill communities Couplets from an undercurrent colour source beneath the grey concrete corridors and monoliths in-and-around the pissy stairwells and pissy lifts in which he found his peace Beneath the bread line Bread knives sliced at the smart price car crimes carnage his hair greyed Cracked enamel pegs inside a garbage pail kid cabbage patch tapping veins until the sun decayed He moved inland for better dope Cast away bastard face forgot the names of his school mates He moved inland like seagulls sacking off trawler ship cast offs for landfill luncheon The coastline haunted his thoughts and so he thought ever more about taking a saw to his neck side He had visions of blood dripping over the floor of his four-by-four foot box bedroom next life He’d open paperbacks but only paint the pages black and use a magnifying glass to spark a map of memories Words would get deleted quicker than a 100 metre dash Another night laden with some fear and loathing imagery You might have known him The man behind those ram raids The man behind the letter bombs sent out to several primary schools You might have known him as the dude who scampered down the side of your house and made off with your penny farthing bicycles He used to watch the freight trains He used to fish for carp and beat his catches to a rancid mush with heavy ended claw hammers He used to sneak into the cinema and sit in front rows and laugh his head off to the hammer horror matinees He used to talk to people and people used to talk him too That was way before the crack the whores the drugs the sniffing glue That was way before the days of simply nicking pissy booze and jumping queues of peeps shopping for shitty supermarket food See life wasn’t ship shape life was shit mate Life was hookers tied to his bed frame with grip tape Blindfolded piss games Net curtains shit stained fist gape listening to Rick James’ mixtapes He was his mother’s only baby pains His mother’s only labour day His mother’s one and only angel saint His mother never thought she’d see her grave before the day that Max was raking cash and chasing pavements to the stock exchange His mind felt heavy cracked skull matter case fragile flesh with lead brick sat inside throbbing He felt his face change shape and time ebbing away the vital signs of life ankle deep inside a teak coffin Sitting in the fourth dimension he felt the raw depression of forty horsemen stretching his organs awful essence He was ever omnipresent as a portal peasant looking in the mirror clock a devil dressed in his reflection During thunderstorms he found peace with life He saw the rain as writing letters with Jesus Christ and with his fingers he’d scribe letters across the sky in the hope that constellations would free his mind But deep inside his rancid flat Light flicker movements mapped white face wrinkled grimace lager cans and baccy ash Lost in the soil for the Spastic Max Six foot two six foot box six feet deep in the cancer tank
Lamplighter is producing some of the dopest, most original beats I've heard in a while. If only he had better drum samples or instruments, these instrumentals would be unfuckable.
That is true. But personally, I don't think his drum samples are very high quality, some of his claps and kicks sound like the presets you can get in FL Studio without adding any sort of effects or layering. But I'm not taking anything away from Lamplighter, he's still an amazing producer, this is just my opinion.
***** They are simple sounds, but I think there's nothing wrong with that. I'd have to disagree with them sounding like FL Studio presets though. For example however, (not to bring up as a topic on its own at all), Soulja Boy's music is FL Studio presets. These drums could have been simple sounds from old drum machines, but sometimes simple is all you need and sometimes it's already available in its best form on some machine from the past. Like nobody complains when Aphex Twin used 808s, cause he does it dope. After listening to this I've developed yet another reason to cherish as something simple as a nice, sharp hand clap. Also I like how simple sounds give people to do something more audibly off-rhythm as shown in some of Edward's other tracks. Done on an organic drumset it might sound more like a wave of noise.
I guess you're right. I think it's coming more from a personal perspective, I just don't like the basic clap sounds, I'd much rather hear clanky, metallic, crashy snares for some of these beats or really soft jazz snares. But that's just me.
We all know a man like Max. It could be a family member, a mate, a loved one or a lost one, might even be yourself. As dark as this tune is its a beautiful example of a life we all know to well. Absolute masterpiece 👏
Ive been through some dark times in the last few years and sometimes i feel like im becoming Max. Ive been tryna do better and seek help, but the feeling lingers and grows stronger
i love how dark a lot of ed's stuff is, he really is a genius
Lamplighter is possibly the best producer I've been listening to in recent weeks. Every instrumental he does is flawless, mad respect.
This song was once called spastic max it was presently named max max is a spastic that must die for the kpins lads
UK has some top notch producers.
for sure! the Brits have many of my top hip hoppers
This will always be one of my favourite songs ever
Always
This is a literal masterpiece , remember listening to this while fresh outta highschool ... all this high focus stuff just blew my mind
Truth mate its a fucking masterpiece
You and me both. Discovered this subgenre through a mate and we became true followers of it. I studied english literature at school, and somehow this stuff is more poetic than poetry itself. The rich, vivid, satirical, gritty imagery.
Couldnt have said it better
It's mad that this tune is coming up to it's 10 year ani
this is my favorite album from him, his later stuff also has plenty of songs I like, but I can enjoy this from start to finish, while later projects have instrumental only tracks or songs that barely fall into the category of hip-hop all of which I don't really care for, kinda like the 3 new songs released from his upcoming album, I don't particularly care for them, well maybe apart from Been A Minute
Whenever I am feeling really really shit, like so shit things start getting dark I listen to this song and watch the video and it truly does something for me.
Ed you have saved me from some real dark times and for that, I thank you.
When are we going to be hearing from Ed Scissor again????
Yes.. when?!!
Where is Scissor Tongue
fuck knows what a waste needs to be bringing that fire been away far too long
i think he might be making chavassian striking distance into a full album but i really have no clue
Wheeeere the fuck is scissor touuuunge
This shit is so relatable cos we all probably knew a 'Spastic Max' in our local community or school. I was a bit of an outcast, so I'd talk to this archetype regularly. He's the kid who faced so much darkness he decided to embrace it.
All artists mentioned are worth bowing to. But this is Edward Scissortongue. Stand up!!!
Still coming back to this tune just a master peice 🙏Edds use of metaphors is simply unreal
This is the first High Focus, first Ed Scissor song i heard. Close to seven yeara ago. I still keep coming back
What amazing story telling, vocabulary prowess, lyrical ability and picture paiting. I hate to say this but I fully relate to being in that mosh pit of non - existence in the fourth dimension for too long.....
I attempted suicide with this on loop few days ago I relate to it tooo much ovi I ain't messing with skag but yo I went to te DEPTHS man urghh😫
@@maxdunbar8745 aye fam. how you doing
Thank you Ed, I still use this to get me out of shit places. Today is one of those days
Back again
"see life wasn't ship shape, life was shit mate" that is so fucking good!
This track is timeless. The amount of times i watched this video and only noticed that Ed walks past the guy at 5:40 though 🥴
rawest fucking beat
Said it before and I'll say it again........ this man is a god
11 years on and still just as good as day 1
ed scissortongue proves again why he's one of the uk's best word smiths
this is one of the realist's song i've ever heard
whos still litening to this in 2016........this is hard calm to toke bongs to
+Bong King Stephens yesss
+Tyler Adams legend
I do!!from the Philly area U.S......us Americans should be ashamed of ourselves what we call hip hop nowadays.....good shit
scissortongue sucks, no flow,just misery, flow man we need flow not bullshit
thistownfails and where are your videos of "flow"??I'd love to be enlightened
One of the hardest beats ever made
Still one of the best songs in the 🌎🌍 🚀
Always come back to this 🔥🔥🔥
i so fuckin' relate to this track, the gear,bee,smack call it whathever fucked up my life properly...when you feel really really good then comes to feel really fuckin' bad, no talking' about no fuckin' karma, it's just the duality that happens in this world simple as the day & night, good & bad, moon & sun...my advice, leave you're veins alone..safe
Work it, you're worth it.
life doesn't come with a handbook, make mistakes but acknowledge and learn. best of luck mate
i appreciate your guts mate
hope ur ok now chap
@blockheadcaz ^^ :D-)-
Scissor man absolutely smashing it as usual. This still hits hard
This is exactly why i love hip hop, incredible tune
i love his imagery and stories. fucking phenomenal
Always find my way bk here some classic this
beautiful
I love your style of beat man its a rarity to hear complexity in such a simple set up.
love the Production
Ed really gets images painted in your head!
Scissor is BIG, can't wait for his solo release
Didnt realize you were from Cambridge Ed!! Big up g!! If You Go Away, my favourite tune...
word up4 this people!!!! hands up from buenos aires,argentina
The lyrics are like poetry.
So eerie but so damn good, Can't get enough of this guy
Holy heck, this is dope! 💥
Can't wait to hear the whole album, this is a dope track.
Don't normally leave comments but just had to say: this song STILL gives me shivers. Next level. Big up High Focus!
You don't get much more real than that! Top notch flow. Bam!
seriously good, loving these Lamplighter beats too, dark, mysterious, works great with scissortongue
I could listen to this go on for hours
Yeah to right - how could forget split prophets - bil next , res, datkid all highly gifted mc's
every track is top notch quality
Truly captivating art..
every thing with this song is amazing!!
true that im still bumpin solitary confinement non stop such an album
I don't have a mix, I listen to music... I was merely pointing out you forgot the legend that is chester p...
Okay, I will for sure check it out. I appreciate the heads up, stay up homie.
Real classic hip hop back again!!! 😊👌
im not sure i fully digested this in full..but the poetry is loud and clear. this label is incredible!!., im shipping every release overseas, its that good!
big ups mayne! He probably bumping to this up in heaven!
I still love the hell out of this track
how could u forget lead dog!!! and taskforce!! haha skinnyman, rodney p, roots manuva. split prohpets, concept of thought!! big up em all, killin it each in there own way. safe, UKHH making moves... support!!! big up all ya
amazing lyrics ,the whole track and clip is dope.
Yasssss!
It was 1999
Bonfire Night
When the red mist first enveloped his character traits
He found himself with no control over his fists wailing on some dickhead’s face from his council estate
See many moons had passed since the hope of a 2 point 4 landlubber life style had been smashed into smithereens
It was a year ago this very day that the intravenous sludge pumping had taken off at a wild speed
He found himself a regular at the phone boxes
Cherry Lambrini
Bicarb from the corner shop
Back to the mould covered wormhole mattress stained practice baccy packs full of flints and butts stinking
Nuff guzzling drugs
Vein deposit lumps clogging his mug stuck in the mud the AM doth greet him
Spastic Max sat in a deluge of acid tabs
Flame retardant trackie pants and garage raps sketching
Seldom seen was he between A-to-B
Missions to spaghetti junctions paints on the underpass
Hanging off the highest bridge
Rangoose quackathon
Throwing breeze blocks through speeding windscreens passing
He would climb electricity mains and cut the power from his home town and roam the streets reeling in the panic
And cotch in cul-de-sac hedgerows watching single mothers sparking matches in the darkness of their living rooms
His grief flourished like anthill communities
Couplets from an undercurrent colour source beneath the grey concrete corridors and monoliths in-and-around the pissy stairwells and pissy lifts in which he found his peace
Beneath the bread line
Bread knives sliced at the smart price car crimes carnage his hair greyed
Cracked enamel pegs inside a garbage pail kid cabbage patch tapping veins until the sun decayed
He moved inland for better dope
Cast away bastard face forgot the names of his school mates
He moved inland like seagulls sacking off trawler ship cast offs for landfill luncheon
The coastline haunted his thoughts and so he thought ever more about taking a saw to his neck side
He had visions of blood dripping over the floor of his four-by-four foot box bedroom next life
He’d open paperbacks but only paint the pages black and use a magnifying glass to spark a map of memories
Words would get deleted quicker than a 100 metre dash
Another night laden with some fear and loathing imagery
You might have known him
The man behind those ram raids
The man behind the letter bombs sent out to several primary schools
You might have known him as the dude who scampered down the side of your house and made off with your penny farthing bicycles
He used to watch the freight trains
He used to fish for carp and beat his catches to a rancid mush with heavy ended claw hammers
He used to sneak into the cinema and sit in front rows and laugh his head off to the hammer horror matinees
He used to talk to people and people used to talk him too
That was way before the crack the whores the drugs the sniffing glue
That was way before the days of simply nicking pissy booze and jumping queues of peeps shopping for shitty supermarket food
See life wasn’t ship shape life was shit mate
Life was hookers tied to his bed frame with grip tape
Blindfolded piss games
Net curtains shit stained fist gape listening to Rick James’ mixtapes
He was his mother’s only baby pains
His mother’s only labour day
His mother’s one and only angel saint
His mother never thought she’d see her grave before the day that Max was raking cash and chasing pavements to the stock exchange
His mind felt heavy cracked skull matter case fragile flesh with lead brick sat inside throbbing
He felt his face change shape and time ebbing away the vital signs of life ankle deep inside a teak coffin
Sitting in the fourth dimension he felt the raw depression of forty horsemen stretching his organs awful essence
He was ever omnipresent as a portal peasant looking in the mirror clock a devil dressed in his reflection
During thunderstorms he found peace with life
He saw the rain as writing letters with Jesus Christ and with his fingers he’d scribe letters across the sky in the hope that constellations would free his mind
But deep inside his rancid flat
Light flicker movements mapped white face wrinkled grimace lager cans and baccy ash
Lost in the soil for the Spastic Max
Six foot two six foot box six feet deep in the cancer tank
scissor and lamplighter is a formidable combination. this is just to good. i CANT WAIT to hear more... bless up bruv!!
THE BEST INSTRUMENTAL EVER
yeah - spot on got their two albums a few weeks back
A lyricist beyond measurement. Bring back #scissortounge
these are some deep meaningful bars jheeze
One of the best tracks I've heard in some time lol.
That beat though... Damn
2:36 Love seeing you at places like these.
And everyone seems to forget Skuff. As far as I can tell the most underrated bloke in UKHH
woah this is my fave song ever!! so tuneful XXXX
cheers man - re- fliptrix your not the first to remind me of him he's there man defo - he's on the extra list below
These lyrics, the beat, its all just fucking sick! High focus and their boys just got a new sub.
I have only just caught wind of you this was incredible. Really really good so many qoute'ables.
this is dope. big up anis too!
Good track. Really good track. The beat and video are flaming too.. big ups!
Not a fan of Scissortongue, but this really impressed me. Nice stuff.
absolute tune
scissor smashin it again
I know so many people this track relates to its uncanny, such a hard tune!
Everyone forgot Fliptrix hes the reason high focus are blowing up!
He used to sneak into the cinema and sit in front rows and laugh his head off to the Hammer horror matinees
those first 3 beats, mmm daym
please drop this when you come to york, you would make my whole year! (the dance at tokyo)
High focus got bare lyricists on board good look
yeah they should be on there
Got the album today man , got the mango too - cant wait to give it a proper listen -
this video is a masterpiece
This goes hard!! Another banger!!! 🔥💯
one of the few high focus tracks that isn't completely shit
tell me more mate - im always digging around for fresh tunes
hyped for the album to drop- whens it comin through my letterbox??!!
Lamplighter is producing some of the dopest, most original beats I've heard in a while. If only he had better drum samples or instruments, these instrumentals would be unfuckable.
Reminds me of Autechre, leaning more towards their Hip Hop roots. Been awhile since I've really hard a Hip Hop song with such classy synthwork in it
That is true. But personally, I don't think his drum samples are very high quality, some of his claps and kicks sound like the presets you can get in FL Studio without adding any sort of effects or layering. But I'm not taking anything away from Lamplighter, he's still an amazing producer, this is just my opinion.
***** They are simple sounds, but I think there's nothing wrong with that. I'd have to disagree with them sounding like FL Studio presets though. For example however, (not to bring up as a topic on its own at all), Soulja Boy's music is FL Studio presets. These drums could have been simple sounds from old drum machines, but sometimes simple is all you need and sometimes it's already available in its best form on some machine from the past. Like nobody complains when Aphex Twin used 808s, cause he does it dope. After listening to this I've developed yet another reason to cherish as something simple as a nice, sharp hand clap. Also I like how simple sounds give people to do something more audibly off-rhythm as shown in some of Edward's other tracks. Done on an organic drumset it might sound more like a wave of noise.
I guess you're right. I think it's coming more from a personal perspective, I just don't like the basic clap sounds, I'd much rather hear clanky, metallic, crashy snares for some of these beats or really soft jazz snares. But that's just me.
***** Respect simply for acknowledging that some things come down to taste :) and also for liking dope music anyway. Not everyone has the capacity.
this is a beautiful song...
BIG UP WOOTTON BASSETT 🔥 🔥 🔥
sharp! i love it.
Realy good! suport from Portugal dude!
masterpiece
much love from Rotterdam Docks
K-LASH IS MAJESTIC.
New years guys waaaaaayyyy
nice track, big ups to anis on the edit
Big Up!!!! EDWARDS
buzzing for this on vinyl