Technicolor Lenses was an unexpected breath of fresh air at The Big Up. Their emcee straddles manifestations of Atmosphere and Mr. Lif and their dubbed out, electro-pop beats make the live experience decidedly delicate and unearthly. They played to a dripping crowd, elegantly leafing through the stratum of their sound, interjecting socially conscious and thought provoking lyrics. Techincolor Lenses flows poetic, in a subtle and lovely delivery of relevance. They had such a distinct energy, an edge born from the elegiac, psychedelic way in which they attack hip-hop and jamtronica.
After the festival I went online and copped their June release, New Eyes. Download the album for yourself, and you’ll see what I mean when I say that while festivals need more hip-hop, hip-hop needs more Technicolor Lenses.
journalism by M E G A L O M A N D E E