The Slaughterhouse (2004)
Silicon (n): a hard and brittle crystalline solid with a blue-grey metallic lustre. A description that seems to sum up this song’s flavour well. Who knows what the lyrics are about; whether its tech, Hollywood, veganism, blood transfusions or all of the above, but in the words of the maestro himself “never mind the rhyme just relax and wax the song”. Not that you can relax much in its company though. Jagged and exposed, it’s machine funk without a protective safety guard. Don’t get too close or you may lose a hand.
