Azari & III Lyrics

Deep inside the recesses of a sprawling, 19th century
warehouse complex in Toronto’s
gritty-but-rapidly-gentrifying Parkdale neighbourhood, an
urgently driving bass line echoes through a maze of
hallways. If you know which unmarked door to open and which
dark staircase to climb, you’ll hear the relentless
pounding getting louder and the eerie melodies coming
clearer into focus.

Inside their clandestine studio you’ll find Azari & III
buried in a throbbing groove, seemingly oblivious to a
visitor. (Alphonse) Alixander (Lanza) III wheels his chair
back and forth between the mixing More...

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