Technicolor Lenses

Technicolor Lenses

 Brooklyn, New York, USA
BandHip HopEDM

Technicolor Lenses is the creation of Jackson Whalan (MC), Sam Eckstein (guitar/laptop controls), Brandon Lewis (drums) and guest member Carmen Estavez Calero (vocals/percussion); combining a multitude of genres including hip-hop, EDM, psychedelic rock, jam, funk, and spoken word into a focused vision of conscious, spiritual social commentary on the current state of human existence. A Technicolor Lenses performance provides heartfelt energy, empowerment and positive inspiration for its crowd.


Life is a train of moods like a string of beads; and as we pass through them they prove to be many colored lenses, which paint the world their own hue, and each shows us only what lies in its own focus. - Ralf Waldo Emerson

Technicolor Lenses originally formed in the summer of 2010 in Brooklyn as a hip-hop, electronic and jam collaboration between Jackson Whalan and Sam Eckstein, combining electronic rhythms with MCing and live guitar. Their debut performance as a group was at The Big Up 2010 in Ghent, New York, with artists that include Higher Organix, Big Gigantic, Ott, Eskmo, The Breakfast, Indobox, and lespecial. The Big Up became a launch pad for their exponential growth and provided critical inspiration for the natural evolution of their sound.

The pair continued to build a foundation together in Brooklyn and across New York City while attending The New School with the primary focus being to elevate the experiential, spontaneous dimensions of creativity in sync with the audience. Tech Lenses began playing in a variety of settings from loft par- ties with Good Friend Electric, to venues such as City Winery with Marly Marl and Europa with Black Sheep. Over the course of their first year together and into 2011, they released a body of songs called New Eyes, while performing at new venues like Webster Hall, The Delancey, US Open Party (VT) and The Morgan. Around this time, they were joined by Brandon Lewis aka B RiddimZ, drummer and rhythm prodigy, who provided energy and a whole new level of intensity to the band.

In December of 2011, Tech Lenses won 1st Place for The New School Battle of the Bands. They were granted recording hours at The Bunker Studio (Brooklyn) where they recorded the Eternal Eyes EP (2012) with John Davis of Nerve.

2013 was a transformative year for the band as they released their Oracle EP, laying the foundation for the future of their sound. In addition to performing at Gratifly Music & Arts Festival, The 5th Annual Bella Terra Festival and Mystic Garden Festival, they have shared the stage with Thriftworks, Kaminanda, Skytree, Jantsen, Space Jesus, lespecial, Eitch, Dynasty Electric, Srikology, Ian Stewart, Cosmal, Duri- ans, Jeff Bujak, Auto Orbit, TheHornitz, Hot Jambalaya, Flote, eelko, and many more.


Swim in The Road

Written By: Technicolor Lenses/The Aposoul/Jackson T. Whalan

[Move with me through the days and the times
And the hearts and the minds getting lost in these rhymes
With the beats and the rays of the sun
Shining down as the end comes around]
Embodiment of enchantment like shining bodies, flowing dresses dancing in advancement
Amongst dark skies are seen stars from river-side benches of your urban avalanche
As roaring mechanisms travel from nowhere to no where to we don't know where
What and why to know it
Smoking poetry smeared on street signs indicating direction
As graffiti communicates universally on these old walls
Built long after pharaohs and masters mastered plastic clashes of disaster unfolding rapture
Covered by plaster over store front glass windows
Unseen intricate business of false blissfulness
New forms of congruent influence from teachers to students
To prude movements within the fluids of cruelness
The makers of money time faith and hope with popes hung on ropes
Crusades of calls from lyrical parades
Gridded masses in formation making information

Potions bring an unmoved focus to grey buildings whose windows become the sun
Shining in sweat weather we are closer than ever forever
Pigeons’ wings fester in hazed air as strangers cry on pavement loosely hugging Earth
We can somehow hold fabrications of perception
Drunk on what's coming and we're sober on what's ended
Causes best left undefended become apprehended
As crowds gather naked to each other in these fields
Opening mouths, voices shatter odes to corruption
Disordering lords of rings might just make these birds sing
As instruments are composing, natural communication
Squirrels are hiding in trees and bees are disappearing
And beer is brewing in a stomach of effort
Levitating inches over bridge sides, glimpses of introspection
Retrospective reflection
Mercury retrograde in a flawless waltz
Rhythms, Pulses engulfment’s
The place where all points converge is unspoken by words
Goddesses made infinite because every woman is one
In compilations of postulated denial
Platues of ignorance, flowers de-blossomed back to our fallen bottom of difference
Learning to see spots blinded by spiritual minded refinement finding alignment in a radical climate
And I'm still grabbing on the crotch of my song
Substances synthesized on a wire high strung
Jumping, jumping, jumping
Landing to the return of silent togetherness
Stories told by wisdom blinded by schematic practice
Average manuscripts documenting unfolding events
Simultaneous paradigms of multiple layers
Major lasers frayed at the seems of our dreams
Articulating slow moving destinies like traffic lights
Are regulators of habit
Cycles break into walls of imagination
Turning walls of expression to lowly levels and tones
Culture explodes like a balloon popped by the search for salvation
At the same time as numbers replace names like seasons change

Caves of Light

Written By: Technicolor Lenses/The Aposoul/Jackson T. Whalan

Birds whistling among trees whispering, wondering why the world is whimpering
In thickening forests I feel the wind singing, the Earth’s core is steadily ringing
Breaks screeching, priests are preaching, television speaking false teaching
Leaping and reaching beyond deceiving, believing while the sun is beaming
Down upon icebergs screaming, leaves crunched under animals moving
Flowing rivers ripple sounds soothing, flowers rising out firm rooting
Crowds rooting, horns tooting, revolutions concluding in gun-shooting
Rumbling underground tumbling down, sound communicating all around
Mountains mumbling, skies are thundering, fluttering butterflies are fluttering
A quaking Earth plummeting, a shaken burst uttering…

Space is timeless; time is spaceless, patience, patience…

In the crowd I see you hiding, spinning, jumping running, gliding
Diving, bursting, then submersing, versing as you’re cosmic surfing
Blessing, resting, digesting, investing, progressing
Unraveling through existence, observing yourself as a witness
Speaking, seeking and thinking, in the instance floating sinking
Free your hard, heart, hurting, subversing and sick of working
Earth overturns in its elements, a fire burns your embellishment
Contemplate like Heraclitus, Socrates these righteous vices

Back to a knowledge of our ancient, each soul sitting patient
Back to the source of creation, back to what you have mistaken
In a karmic garden flowers blossom, awesome sacred fallen cosm
Tossed and splattered passive matter, causes acting, moving faster
Grinning upwards constellations, all around us correlations
In a maze of shining starts, showing us all who we are
Cohesion without reason bleeding through a season of treason
You fell asleep to take your nap, so far from home you must come back

Hokus Focus

Written By: Technicolor Lenses/The Aposoul/Jackson T. Whalan

I must feel as lost as everyone else, returning to the pages of the books on a shelf
In a flawlessly lawless peaceful people zoo, implacable untraceable eyes seeing you
Impregnated impressions feeding this fear, fed and led by figure heads into all ears
Insoluble instigation splitting the atoms which we journey to fathom in our own minds chasms
Crevices craters creators of saviors, afraid of our neighbors because our own behaviors
No one left to blame for what there is no name for, walking through a locked door to concoct more
While the moon ties the tide to every shore, crashing against every cliff
Uplift like the hit of a spliff, the stars stable while the clouds drift
Sifting through the sands in a land of what if, what if, what if, what if…

Everything is everything you never thought it was, was, was, was…

Praying mantises observe lost advancement, buried like avalanches over Atlantis
Babbling on what’s happening with a grappling hook attached to a shameless society back to the inside of me
A child with new eyes out of caves climbing free, swimming in the road when the sea is she
Perversion of what’s pure allured by fear immersed in foreign elements that travel quite near
Brainlessly shameless, painlessly inflicted, consciousness lives in your minds’ eye vision
Devising invention to rise and then lengthen, returning to origination, where we strengthen
The path is as narrow as an arrow, either crystallized like the dynasty of a pharaoh
Or maced and teased by symbols of hatred, disintegrated regulated freedom confiscated

Everything is everything you never thought it was…

I'm Gone

Written By: Technicolor Lenses/The Aposoul/Jackson T. Whalan

I look to the inside of me to try to find a finer me, I seek to rhyme to frolic from a false fallen dynasty
Found in foundational gradations I breathe breath of ceaseless concentration
Observation of perfection is the operation, appalling equations , intuitive interpretations
I seek to say goodbye to reach for places high, rectify conditions of constructions that I testify…

Battling fickle forces, fire igniting torches, burning surfaces with elemental sources
Traveling from my origins of endorphins, gathering up Earth’s foundations and I’m gone…

And I am gone, to the moon, yeah I’m gone baby, to the moon

Eruption, erosion into an ocean of pure potion, deep-sea devotion in hysterical commotion
Boosting and unraveling, scaffolding, hammering into the hinges of a phenomenon, a happening
Gradually graduating, habituating, my word fully embracing Technicolor prisms emanating
Energy like amethyst crystal channeling and from the summit of my foundation I fly from firm standing

Contemplating within paradoxical paradigms, intertwined entanglement of our minds
Habits getting hostile as fast as possible, crossing paths of multi-optical obstacles
Stretching into the aim of attaining what’s possible, breathing in articles of these particles
Steadily settling like the sun setting, repetition dwelling and your mind is forgetting
Remembering the plurality of reality, relativism returning to duality
Sparring with luck at the footsteps of destiny, beautiful habits are feeding this energy
Sorting out your sorcery in your secrecy, delving into your topsoil ceaselessly
Skies respirating life spontaneously, influencing us brainlessly sustainably

Moments are lotus pedals coming into blossom then falling to luminous ground decomposing
Moments are mortal portals of transportation
Moments are orbs, fortified, fluctuating with life, designated
Passing through to new fruitions


Technicolor Lenses first collaborative album coming June 21st, 2011. tracks will be released periodically preceding this compilation"NEW EYES"

The Aposoul
1.Wrinkled in Time (2007)
2. Peace Vybration single (2008) for United Nations Performance
3. Revolution Solution mixtape (2008
4. "NOW"- EP with Robby Baier of Soultube Music (2010)

Sam Eckstein
1. Solo Cholo (2007)
2. The Other One (2008)
3. Winter (2009)

Set List

order may vary, list may change...

1. Caves of Light
2. New Eyes
3. Clouds on Fire
4. Hokus Focus
5. Love Limits in Dead Weather
6. I'm Gone
7. Swim in the Road
8 Moving Prison (freestyle)
9. The Sea is She
10. Ride It Out
11. Real You
12. The Answer

Set time, 45-mins to 1 hr.