The follow-up to one of 2016’s best mixtapes.

Experimental producer and NON co-founder Chino Amobi has announced his debut album PARADISO, a follow-up to his recent minor matter vinyl record on VF and last year’s excellent Airport Music For Black Folk.

The album is described as “a musical epic set in a distorted Americana populated by a cast of sirens, demons, angels, imps, priests, hierophants, monsters and peasants” and features a long list of NON members and likeminded contemporaries including Elysia Crampton, Rabit, Haleek Maul and Dutch E Germ (aka Tim DeWit of Gang Gang Dance).

PARADISO is out May 5 via Non Worldwide and UNO NYC. Though no single has been released yet, Elysia Crampton has shared text from the release that reappropriates Edgar Allen Poe’s poem ‘City Of Sin’, which you can read below.

Tracklist:

02. ‘Gænova’

03. ‘Blood of The Covenant’

04. ‘Negative Fire III’

05. ‘The Failed Sons and Daughters of Fantasia’

06. ‘Blackout’

07. ‘Antikeimenon’

08. ‘Nkisi (edit)’

09. ‘Eigengrau (Children of Hell II)’

10. ‘Law II (Demolition)’

11. ‘Polizei’

12. ‘White Mætel’

13. ‘Radical Zero’

14. ‘Paradiso’

15. ‘Law III (Adam)’

16. ‘The Floating World pt. 1’

17. ‘The Floating World pt. 2’

18. ‘Dixie Shrine’

19. ‘Kollaps’

20. ‘End (The City in the Sea)’

ELYSIA TEXT

In a strange city, Paradiso.

Far down within the dim West,

Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best

Have gone to their eternal rest.

There shrines and palaces and towers

Time-eaten towers that tremble not

Resemble nothing that is ours.

Around, by lifting winds forgot,

Resignedly beneath the sky

The melancholy waters lie.

No rays from the holy heaven come down

On the long night-time of that town

But light from out the lurid sea

Streams up the turrets silently

Gleams up the pinnacles far and free

Up domes- up spires- up kingly halls

Up fanes- up Babylon-like walls-

Up shadowy long-forgotten bowers

Of sculptured ivy and stone flowers-

Up many and many a marvellous shrine

Whose wreathed friezes intertwine

The viol, the violet, and the vine.

Resignedly beneath the sky

The melancholy waters lie.

So blend the turrets and shadows there

That all seem pendulous in air,

While from a proud tower in the town

Death looks gigantically down.

Yawn level with the luminous waves;

But not the riches there that lie

In each idol’s diamond eye-

Not the gaily-jewelled dead

Tempt the waters from their bed;

For no ripples curl, alas!

Along that wilderness of glass-

No swellings tell that winds may be

Upon some far-off happier sea-

No heavings hint that winds have been

On seas less hideously serene.

The wave- there is a movement there!

As if the towers had thrust aside,

In slightly sinking, the dull tide-

As if their tops had feebly given

A void within the filmy Heaven.

The waves have now a redder glow-

The hours are breathing faint and low-

And when, amid no earthly moans,

Down, down that town shall settle hence,

Hell, rising from a thousand thrones,

Shall do it reverence.”