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First released in 2008, the self-titled debut EP from Algorhythms quickly acquired a cult following and established the duo's reputation as purveyors of psychedelic & thought-provoking rap music.

With a new album in the works for 2014, Dr. Quandary & Thirtyseven turned to engineer Walter Westinghouse of The NEKtones to have the Algorhythms EP completely remastered. The Deluxe Edition boasts markedly higher-quality audio and brand new artwork by Dewey Saunders, along with some added bonuses: three B-sides from the early Algorhythms sessions, and the previously unreleased original version of "Ram Nam Satya Hai".

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released February 2, 2014

originally released 02 February 2008 by World Around Records

Algorhythms is:
Thirtyseven (J. Boland) - lyrics, vocals
Dr. Quandary (K. Tierce) - beats, scratches, production

Recorded & mixed by Justin Boland & Chris Dizzy at Liquid Wet Studios, St. Johnsbury, VT
“Ram Nam Satya Hai” mixed by Dr. Quandary at The Sun Dome, Boston, MA
“Precious Little Time”, “Open Ended” & “Trust” recorded & mixed by Nick Williams for Custom Landscaping

Remastered by Walter Westinghouse for NEKTones

Cover artwork & design by Dewey Saunders for Dewey Saunders Studio, all rights reserved.

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Track Name: Intro
[Sample]
Take a look
Don't it make you wanna fly..?
Track Name: Graph Paper
Some people starve to death over numbers in computers
Some people eat to death, cuz they're nothing but consumers
Some people read the news, but they never make connections
Some people lose their minds trying to separate the messages
Chillax — fall back on your genetic design
Just let it unwind, learn to feel it's breath on your spine
Cuz if it happens, it happened — I am not concerned
Watched it burn... finally at a loss for words
People say a good student digs his teacher's grave
So tell Karl Rove that graduation is a week away
Risking play with even the simple equations
You wind up with a monster that lives in your basement
But this is basic stuff, just language that I tangled up
And thanks to crazy drugs, I came to love the taste of blood
... when I say humans are food, it's not selfish at all
You adapt or die, I'm just here to help you evolve
Maybe give the hand of god a small push in random spots
Reshaping the tree of life, breaking dead branches off
Systems, divisions, conditions, restrictions
Get 'em addicted — people start spreading the sickness
Infected the electrical feed that God connected to me
From secret weapons in Greece to Pepsi vending machines
Held my mind perfectly still with hash vapors
Empty lines and verses I built on graph paper
Track Name: What's This
It's been awhile
Since I sat down and wrote to a beat
Nowadays I'm an out of place opium freak
I still bark at the moon and bite marketing dudes
You will not see my album in Target this June
I walked the line up until I lost my mind
Cuz I haven't got the time to really be an honest guy
... and that's a tricky methodology, you follow me?
I change names randomly to maintain sanity
The medium is music, the mind is the weapon
The beat is the pulse that's providing the message
I leave behind in every single mind that I mess with
A virus connected, like a sinus infection
... target practice, slapstick, Charlie Chaplin
full starving artist package, party crashing
Harvard frat kids like, "thanks for the drugs!"
Aim for the rug, and leave that shit stained for a month
The vodka tonic got me sweating a bit
Cuz you can never predict shit when Thirtyseven is ripped
Dangerous brain — no playing it safe
Containing my rage, or watching what I say when I'm blazed
Monkey religion is a substance addiction
I got twelve steps for recovering Christians
Listen: this is not a popularity contest
For bitter little rich kids and arrogant potheads

(So what's this?) A message to humans with guts
(And what's that?) To live crazy and do as you must
(And how come?) Cuz most monkeys are stupid as fuck
(And why's that?) Thanks to bad food, music and drugs

Composing with silence, provoking a riot
And showing open horizons to broken appliances
... not distracted with surface reactions
I learned how to practice a system to see
Listen and breathe to find the rhythm beneath
Whatever physical meat I've got to live in this week
... breath is a weapon, perfected my method
With sentences stretching in every direction
I'm armed to the teeth, spit sharpened and clean
My tools are invisible and hard to believe
But trust me, I function on nothing but weed, beats
Drums and machines with malfunctioning screens
It's '07 and the spark has died
So please, don't march in line with target signs
Times have changed, we gotta redesign the game
To find a way to survive until the final days

So what's this?
Track Name: Everyone Hates Me
It's the bridge burning specialist, call for free estimates
From bitchy secretaries who refuse to take messages
Complicate relationships, make enemies instantly
When it comes to fucking up, I'm one of the best in the industry
True enough — show up at your house, do some drugs
Then crank my music up until I pass out puking blood
... you want a taste of this? Sit down and make a list
Of all that dangerous and crazy shit you were too afraid to risk
Like robbing banks in Vegas, hooking up with famous chicks
And nowadays I take a piss in public and get paid for it
Don't need to see the cops to know that I'm being watched
I walk crooked, so snipers can't get a decent shot
Got a natural talent for balancing polar opposites
Flow provocative poems and roll in stolen rocket ships
I could float along but my whole approach was wrong
So I wrote this song to figure out what the fuck to focus on
... a seven day cleansing break just to meditate
On how to end the hate that I've been seeing every day
With no solution in sight, and so I'm using this mic
To speak my soul and keep this whole community tight
But I'm a tricky dude, I'm always moving to a different groove
And this is just a sample of the channels that I'm flipping through
Rocking business suits, still eating cold kitten food
Stoned, giving you shit up in your own living room cuz

(Everyone hates me) — and there's a reason for that
When you're speaking the facts, weak people get mad
(Everyone hates me) — we know a lot of you cats
are talking some trash, we watch it and laugh
Track Name: Precious Little Time
Look —

Forgive me if I play my cards close to my chest
I learned to plan for the worst and hope for the best
The only real reason for humans making music
Is to clearly, honestly communicate true shit
Universal blueprints for worldwide movements
Not saying I have it, but I probably got a few hints
Packing the room, cuz that's what I do
And there's precious little time left to pass it to you

We tested out the weaponry, what's left to see
Is how your trajectory connects to me, eventually
I've rocked keg parties in Vermont with a band
Watch it expand, then reinvest the profits in land
Yeah right — last night we didn't even get paid
But the people who came are the real reason we play
I love where I live and I build with my team
To make motherfucking sure that our children are free
Home school pro tools, raise my kids right
Meditation masters trained in fist fights
Practice Tai Chi, let their minds breathe
Leaving time free to dance and climb trees
Cuz the happiest child stays active and wild
And can't even speak a sound without cracking a smile
I don't have to believe it, I've been there and seen it
This is dedicated to Obie, Chekie, Eden
And Aidan, the next generation to balance the equation
Amen

At seventeen, I didn't know what dedication was
So I made it up, building scar tissue out of paper cuts
I wrote what I lived — you spit what you know
The problem is, then you’ve got to live what you wrote
Art is a curse, I could make a billion dollars a verse
And still be losing sleep trying to polish my work
And living with the nothing that my knowledge is worth
At least rapping for a living has some obvious perks
But when you're sleeping in a bag on a stranger's floor
You see freedom is a trap and go insane on tour
Big on contradiction, figured you could handle it
Thinking like a business and we're drinking like an anarchist
yeah, right, last night we didn't even get paid
but all the people who came are the real reason we play
I love where I live and I build with my team
To make motherfucking sure that our children are free
Track Name: Blowing Numbers
I'm just a decent lyricist who had a peak experience
So now I think in circles and speak in pyramids
2006: same shit, different century
It's killing me how people still believe the myth of entropy
Write my own equations, spiral spoken language
The rapping session backwoods legend, broke and famous
I drop a random flow that burns a perfect Mandelbrot
Crop sign, then drop rhymes for the fans at home
Lately I've been tripping off the math that I see
Patterns in trees, cuz everything is fractals to me
I live with the proof you go broke spitting the truth
I'm finished with dudes debating over who's sicker than who
... that punchline shit is honestly pathetic
So I drop it without pausing for the audience to get it (got it?)
And thank God for quality pot, dudes who deliver the goods
Watching the crop cuz they live in the woods
And it's the naked ape who's got the wake and bake ritual
Pack an eighth a day and spit razor blade syllables
It's not true till it hurts, so I refused to rehearse
Got blazed onstage, started doing my verse, it went:
Second nature — three shots, and then a chaser
I waited twenty minutes, then I grabbed the pen and paper
I rock a rictus grin with a twist of gin
Just to loosen up the lizard skin that I exist within
Usually buzzed — lately when I'm doing some drugs
I'm stupid enough to wake up in a cruiser with cuffs
Around the bend, lost contact with a thousand friends
Practiced mountain Zen, but that shit's about to end...

We bring the funk, spitting up something hicks can bump
Up on the back roads, getting mad stoned and liquored up
Until your liver busts, learn to switch it up to different drugs
The soundtrack to crashing your dad's pickup truck
If I start at the beginning and I end it when it's finished
Then can I explain the Universe in less than seven minutes?
Dig it — I was born obsessed with dinosaurs and outer space
And that's the reason that I'm speaking how I sound today

Before I see inside the back of my head
There's a lot of facts and events that probably have to be said
But fuck it: the track's in motion, crack it open
Lay my brain on the table and try to map the ocean
My frontal lobes roll every drunken show
Where I'd bust a flow, puke outside and stumble home
Memory gaps, too much missing, never relaxed
Not knowing if I settled all my debts with the past
Jaw tension, freestyle tapes, lost sessions
Fallen angels caught messing with God's weapons
But life is different now, I used to be a kid with doubts
Denied the visions and blocked the signals out
I lost connection in all directions
Forgot that each breath has been a pretty awesome blessing
And it's all perception, a million mixed messages
So keep your mind moving and your fingertips sensitive

If I start at the beginning and I end it when it's finished
Then can I explain the Universe in less than seven minutes?
Dig it — I was born obsessed with dinosaurs and outer space
And that's the reason that I'm speaking how I sound today
I grew up sleeping late and reading strange comic books
So every time I let my mind go, my mom was shook
But now today, I found a way to twist the digits back
And if you don't see it, so be it — I can live with that...
Track Name: Interlude
[Samples]

"Doctor, that's the highest-priority secret message we've ever had in the Pentagon, and we've had some! This is a plum assignment for you, making a trip of this sort merely to report what you see. How does it feel to be the head of a project as immense as this one?"

"Truthfully it's a little terrifying... but you mustn't print that, Steve..."

"Well I should think it would be terrifying. I know enough to believe there's an outside chance you'll make it... but aren't you worried about getting back?"

"I used to climb the Swiss Alps... our greatest ambition then was to climb the highest possible peak. We worried later about getting back."

"Can I quote *that*, Doctor?"

"If you wish."

--

"You're a famous man — one of the outstanding scholars of our time... that's why you're coming with us... but there'll be no speeches on TV!"

"I am considered a scholar but unfortunately that hasn't made me rich. On the contrary, it's left me quite poor. I was to be given $3000 for my appearance on television..."

"Uh, just a minute, Doctor... ... ... hello?"
Track Name: Audrey Hepburn
Fuck yes I used to be a cynical dude
Had myself a shitty attitude which didn't improve
Until I found about an ounce of some ridiculous shrooms
And cracked my head open to some primitive truth
On spherical floor with an infinite roof
Spinning in space, I look out and grin at the moon
Lately, I live my life simple and smooth
Just grateful for the galaxy that gives me this food
Stay tuned to little hidden physical cues
And listen to the bullshit that children consume
They're too addicted to stupid, derivative loops
To really understand intangible original moves
Don't hate what I make cuz it sounds different to you
Cuz this is me, and my soul, flipping the groove
With rapid rhymes cuz that's what I'm conditioned to do
Spitting images too intricate to fit in this booth
I used to have dreams about starting the movement
A revolt of the poets, the artist and students
But kids act up, and that's part of the blueprint
Just like the public schools and the cars and the music
I learned this Leary and Marshall McLuhan
So if you see me as an easy target, you're stupid
I lost you in Dallas, departed from Houston
Stay awake and alive, cuz martyrs are useless
It's been a long time... I'm glad that I left you
I've been practicing chess moves and snacking on fresh fruit
... spit spirals of visual art, then rip it apart
Before it hits the critics and sharks
Who want me framed, wombats cannot be tamed
Copied, changed or wrapped up and bought today
Just walk away... I'll never change what I created
For the sake of entertainment, y'all can pay me when I'm famous
I follow this path because it's all that I have
And it's an obvious fact you got a problem with that
I'm like so be it — yeah, you people get some lawyers
I got Aretha divas and Shiva the Destroyer
Half mathematician, half black magician
Surpass the limit of this holographic image
With lab technicians keeping track of facts and fiction
Used to lack conviction, now I make an active difference
Stand back cuz this is more than raps I've written
It's patterns, rhythms, equations and vacuum physics
Tracks so vivid critics have to listen
Got your favorite rapper sniffing outside the master's kitchen
Track Name: Cracked Open
1981, and my mother's watching me breathe
As she rocks me to sleep on green hospital sheets
1985, and my mother taught to me to read
... cracked open a universe of options for me
Now it's two thousand something, and I got some dope production
Catch me getting stoned and letting go old assumptions
And poison lessons, the machine feels threatened
Cuz a child can destroy you with one simple question

... thinking back to physics, math and English class
Teachers had me feeling wicked bad for the gifts I had
If we behaved, they let us out for some air
I was young, but I could see the how and the where
But the what and the why kinda fucked with my mind
And something inside me knew that it was nothing but lies
It's easy to bitch about some meaningless shit
But never even admit what really needs to be fixed
So whatever people are saying, I'm not even debating
The simple fact school is obedience training
But here's an honest salute to the quality few:
A million good teachers who have gotten us though
Nut get in line and never try to second-guess the leader?
That's brainwashing, baby — that's not respecting teachers
Here's a quality concept: find yourself a payphone
Call in a bomb threat, and now everyone can stay home

1996, with the tenth strip on my tongue
A talk with Goddess plus a round trip to the sun
2001, I see our parents depressed
Cuz everything they fought for is apparently dead
So now I'm turning twenty-something and I got some dope production
Catch me getting stoned and letting go of old assumptions
And dreams — living life with substance and teeth
Cuz love is supreme...

1981, and my mother's watching me breathe
As she rocks me to sleep on green hospital sheets
1985, and my mother taught to me to read
... cracked open a universe of options for me
So thank you for that, now I'm dedicating this track
To simply stating the fact that I'll be paying it back
Making contributions, changes and improvements
Creating some solutions with the patience of a Buddhist

I'll say it and I'll prove it
Track Name: Open Ended
... do I have a list of targets to neuter?
Does it start with a large group of army recruiters?
And bruh, is that a difficult job sometimes?
Is it hard for you to see some kid kissing his moms goodbye?
And did you apologize after he died
Or was it back to the grind, cuz you more got cattle to find?
And matter of fact, who am I to be aiming the blame at you?
If I'm claiming innocence, I'm basically crazy, too
And is it possible for me to sleep peacefully
When I still pay taxes and I keep eating meat?
... why are we so comfortable swimming in blood?
Like killing was just the high cost of living it up?
... and is the life that you lead too polite to free?
Do patterns happen? Do cycles repeat?
And do we form a system called the global brain
Or the super-organism if you wanna doper name?

Do you pay dues or do you cheat gracefully?
Do you believe in free speech or Freemasonry?
... which profession is giving kids a thinking lesson
With simple questions in rhythmic perfection?
And is it bragging if you really got that nastiness?
And smack the shit out any rapper kid you battled with?
Wait... and am I capable of rational thought?
I think I have but it doesn't happen a lot
Or happen for long... but how can I get back to the song
And convey to Quan that this track was an actual bomb?
Like is it so potent, the sky broke open
In slow motion, off a low control dosage?
Is true religion all human fiction? (Tell me)
How was Judas living post-crucifixion?
How many rap veterans get better with time?
Are they still wrecking it live, or has the energy died?

Shit, do even people even get paid for making music?
Are we insane to do this, or can we create a movement?

... stay tuned, kids — are you ready to rock?
Does hip hop still give you an adrenaline shot?
And when I sau that governments are evil freaks
Who cannot be stopped peacefully, do you agree with me?
Do you push, come and shove? Are you down or not?
Have you ever been tempted on the mountaintop?
And if not, what the fuck do you expect me to do?
Spend my whole life up here, dissecting the view?
Take a bunch of random dots, connect them for you
And try not to get depressed when you accept it as truth?
And exactly how long am I willing to wait?
Until one small slip becomes a killer mistake?
... and will I take it where it needs to be taken?
The seeds of creation, or just another meaningless statement?
I leave it to you, and place faith in people who do
Because we came here with nothing and we'll leave with it, too
Track Name: Dreams of Lisbon
We live in the darkness of shitty apartments
We get depressed, obsess and second guess
We tend to lose faith every twenty-two days
But we still create, grow, build and break bones

And this is dedicated to the weird kids that hear this
Stay fearless — look past the appearance
I wrote the book on naked massage
And made a collage with papers from my neighbor's garage
And everyone insists they spit doper than you
Look, I play strip poker at the Smithsonian, too
And I'm over it, dude — all that games that I played
Are breaking up like papier-mâché and fading away
They can't swallow an ounce of my liquid
Sat down to vibe with it and drowned in five minutes
At age six, I was a comfortable kid
... had a whole lot of Legos and I loved where I lived
But then something just flipped up inside of my head
Now I kinda regret most of the life that I led, shucks
... still moving, though — sleeping at the studio
Doing shows, hop offstage and watch the rumors grow

(And that's just how we do it, bro)

So whatchu bitch about?
Whatchu think you can't live without?
What's the image that you kick around, sitting down?
Whatchu love to hate?
What's your last bad drunk mistake?
And tell me when we're gonna raise the fucking stakes?
Whatchu wanna be?
What's your best guess prophecy?
What's your plan, man? Talk to me, honestly
Whatchu need from me?
What's your comfort zone frequency?
What's it take to make the people free, equally?
And whatchu doing NOW, to help a fellow human out?
I used to have to prove it, now there's room for doubt
So what do I believe in?
Everybody suffers for a reason
And love is the blood that gives it meaning

We live in the darkness of shitty apartments
We get depressed, obsess and second guess
We tend to lose faith every twenty-two days
But we still create, grow, build and break cages
Track Name: Ram Nam Satya Hai
I'm the naked truth with a brain that's tuned to changing moons
Sabretooth, chasing you through your neighbor's room
Off an eighth of shrooms — so touch that with a stick
Above average and fit to crush rappers so quick
That they bump backwards and skip — backwards and skip
If they attack the skinny cracker with the Dracula spits
Cuz every word is a tool, and every joke is a weapon
At a show when I'm sweating inside the clothes that I slept in
From cocky as fuck to hunger pain knotting me up
Poverty sucks and I have not forgotten it once
Death is the bitch, I'm loving every second I live
If Heaven exists, it doesn't sound better than this, but uh...
... In sixty years, this will all disappear
And so be it, that's still no reason to live in fear
... bottom line, if we all got killed today
Allah builds and breaks, man, it's still the same Milky Way

Congratulations, you wasted an active imagination
To be bad actors making some matching fashion statements
Hippies are the future storm troopers of America
Little Trustafarians, shooting all the sheriffs up
What you believe is what you pay them to believe
And you'll trade in for a sweet custom place in the machine
I've seen it happen — cuz I've been crying, screaming, laughing
At a bunch meat puppets all stuck in repeating fractions
Yeah, I make assumptions, it's the only way the brain can function
Hard to be creative in a great big naked nothing
I'm sick of safe discussions, staged debates with puppets
Who embrace living in the same prisons they grew up in
... but in sixty years, this will all disappear
And so be it, that's still no reason to live in fear, baby
... cuz bottom line, if we all got killed today...
Allah builds and breaks, and it's still the same Milky Way
Track Name: Trust
(Everyone hates me...)
... so blessings, greetings and welcome to the show
In case you didn't know, mankind is not alone
So deny that while you can cause you'll find out on your own

And I'm back from staring the abyss down finally
Finding peace and didn't have to flip out violently
I'm back from a long irresponsible breakdown
I've always wanted to take to vomit my brains out
I'm back and better than whenever you heard me
Jacked off adrenaline, back from the desert and thirsty
But first we need to settle up a couple of debts
To everybody that's been repping us, love and respect
Thank you my friends, now Quan gave me some gems
... he's got me breaking out the Graph Paper again
But 2008 was a much darker place
So I use sharper blades to spruce up the pages
Pardon the blood, just being an artist and stuff
Whatever happens next, at least our particles touched
To the people who perceived me as speaking the truth?
I'm nothing special and believe me, neither are you
Going crazy cause I'm staying up all night on acid
A white kid classic, just another rite of passage
Honesty is life so I gotta be concise
Cause a lot of kids talking shit and flopping on the mic
So welcome to the slaughterhouse, pull your dollars out
So you can watch my words coming out your daughter's mouth
Like, you said it was protection and you said it was kindness
The best I can say to you is everyone's lying
And nobody knew what to say when we were broken in two
And our only crime is doing what you told us to do
So now don't be surprised when the voice of your kids
Gets choked on the lies that you poisoned them with, yeah
... freedom of choice is bitch — deal with it
That's the real physics even if you feel different