One part flesh en blood and two parts cartoon, you can find Trellion lounging on a beach in the Luna Isles, slicing up steaks of barbecued caribou and suppin’ on an ice cold glass of Lipton’s, shottin’ one-way boat-trip tickets to the spiral-realm.

That, or chillin’ with the cru at Parker Place HQ scratching serial numbers off dusty old analogue synths and hacking decommissioned sonar equipment.

Seriously ill with the rhymes as well as a seasoned ‘Dumb-loop-box’ operator, Trellion throws out classic material like it’s a coup-boot sale. With countless releases stackin’ up daily, you can guarantee that Trelly will hit you up with some freshness at any moment.