Kamunt

Well, hey thar. I’m Kamunt. Kamunt Kurush. Nice to meet’cha. I’m 18 and presently a freshman at DePaul University en la Chi Town (Chicago for those who suck). I’ve been told I’m really freakin’ weird—it’s true. <.< I’m a musician and make ear-splitting experimental electronica, mostly focusing on IDM and its iterations. I also produce new wave, ambient, hardcore techno/gabber, drum & bass, hip-hop and jakwhefkhaweuf on occasion. I’m also a singer, but my mic is bleargh. I could say more here but I find it increasingly hard to give a crap. Instead, I’ll provide song lyrics which I can pretend describe myself.

Sharp like the edge of a samurai sword, the mental blade cuts through flesh and bone. Though my mind’s at peace, the world’s out of order. Missing the inner heat, life gets colder. Oh yes, I have to find my path; no less, walk on earth, water, and fire. The elements compose a magnum opus. My modus operandi is amalgam. Steel packed tight in microchip on my arm as a sign of all-pro. The ultimate reward is honor, not awards, at odds with the times in wars with no lords. A freelancer, a battle cry of a hawk make a dove fly and a tear dry. Wonder why the lone wolf don’t run with a clan, only trust instincts and be one with the plan.

Look, just the air around him, an aura surrounding the heir apparent—he might be a peasant but shine like grand royalty, he to the people and land, loyalty. We witness above all to hear this, sea sickness in the ocean of wickedness. Set sail to the sun set, no second guessing. Far East style with the spirit of Wild West. The ‘quote-unquote’ code stands the test of time for the chosen ones to find the best of noble minds that ever graced the face of a hemisphere with no fear, fly over. The blue yonder, where the sky meets the sea, and eye meets no eye, and boy meets world and became a man to serve the world to save the day, the night, and the girl, too.