RIDICULOUS — THE ALBUM

THIS ALBUM AIN’T MUSIC. IT’S A STREET BRAWL IN A STAINED GLASS CHURCH. IT’S BLOOD ON THE TURNTABLES. IT’S ME VERSUS EVERY DOUBT, EVERY WHISPER, EVERY “YOU CAN’T DO IT” I EVER HEARD GROWING UP.

I DIDN’T SIT DOWN TO MAKE SONGS — I STRAPPED GLOVES ON AND STEPPED INTO A RING WITH MYSELF. EVERY BEAT IS A PUNCH. EVERY BAR IS A BROKEN TOOTH. THIS AIN’T POLISHED. IT’S BRUISED, SWEATY, AND STILL STANDING.

RIDICULOUS IS THE FEELING WHEN YOU LAUGH WHILE YOU’RE BLEEDING. IT’S A BLACK EYE TURNED INTO A DIAMOND. IT’S THE TYPE OF ART YOU DON’T STREAM CASUALLY — YOU SURVIVE IT WITH ME.

I WANTED TO BUILD SOMETHING THAT FELT LIKE A FIGHT SCENE DIRECTED BY GOD. THE CHAOS AND THE BEAUTY. CHAINS SWINGING, GLASS BREAKING, LIGHT POURING THROUGH THE CRACKS. EVERY TRACK IS A COMBAT MOVE. SOME ARE HAYMAKERS, SOME ARE DAGGERS TO THE STOMACH, SOME ARE SILENT STARES BEFORE THE NEXT ROUND.

THE WORLD WANTS SAFE. THIS ISN’T SAFE. THIS IS RIDICULOUS.

PRESS PLAY AND STEP INTO THE CAGE.

– DIOR