3rd3y3 does not create music, he transmits. There is a ritual about it all, the incantation in the Aryeon Szela is a spell performed in syllables and looping drums. Listening the songs, you go through Chicago, to Goryeo, Kingston to Kailash, you drift away across Spotify plays and you are somewhere where the rituals lead you back, somewhere where the ancestors exist. It is not a song that you listen to, it is a song that you experience.

Raised in the oral tradition, embedded in sonic styling of drill and macerated in diasporic memory philosophy, 3RD3Y3 own contribution is a healing formula of restoration of the rhythm. And in a globe where there are too many divisions by lines, labels, and oblivion, then Aryeon Szela is a warning that art still understands how to unite.

Right after the initial breath of the song titled, Aryeon Szela it is apparent that this is not a usual rap album. It is declaration and meditation intertwined with chants and wordplay crossing hemispheres and generations. 3RD3Y3 does not hurry in its cadence but does it intentionally. He reminds instead of doing and this gives the beat a chance to act as a metronome and a mantra.

It is just incredible that he blends allusions to world spiritual centres Jerusalem, Addis Ababa, Seoul so easily into a sonic architecture based on city narrative. It never gets too deep and complicated, only deep to the point where we are originally all born of something sacred, though we may have forgotten, had it colonized, or renamed.

His investigative quality is edged out with humility. This installation called Aryeon Szela is not a lecture, it is didactic. It may unearth long-kept secrets of belonging, migration, and the brutality of borders, and it may provide ways of healing. No preaching is here — just prayers, encriped in metaphor and rhythm.