Infinite Contact

The follow up to the original cosmic dookie. Fast Rap from the funky drummer era blended live with private issue new age from the same era. Only on Infinite Contact. 

DJ Krush cannot be overrated. Just so that's clear, here's 2 hours of abstract beats from the alleyways of Tokyo, sounds drenched in black rain and delay, all blended anew with b-sides, rare throwaways, and other cinematic ephemera from my decade's long subliminal obsession with the goat of abstract.   
 

Fronting like I got all the rarest funky 45s. I might be a funky imposter, but I'll never fake the funk. 

Isolation is the thing. Float in bodiless synth solution and hellucinate. Floaty synth music for kind of a bad trip in the tank. 

Mostly instrumental edits from the '95 Memphis tape scene. All your favorite dark hypno-bass tracks. Capturing the menace of being locked in the trunk and a crazy racist psychopath with nukes and a mask is driving. 

Joined by the dual telepathic clarinets of Beni Adam, comprised of Troy-based multi-instrumentalists Adam Tinkle and Adam Elabd, two very talented and telepathic human beings. Beni Adam blesses us with like five different improvised pieces on their clarinets with special effects in between vibe hangs and records. Two clarinets, one heart, infinite reverberations. Join Us.   

No healing, just rupturing appendices with shaky cpu dr hands. cheaply time-stretched free jazz drums from the '60s layered under drones, spoken word, and field recordings. the veneer of self and civilization is thin. sometimes it is better to bleed out the poison.  

Feel the brain worm with me as it tunnels through modern classical with synth moves and some scratching, and ethnic jazz. Also spoken word about shimmers.    

A megamix of progressive synthscapes from 80s cassettes for abandoning earth, for the cold vast emptiness of space, horrible vacuous space. Oh the exploding eyeballs. Oh the emptiness! Oh the empires that want to make our planet a colony for their evil designs. We must fight the space sickness. We must buttress ourselves for voyage with no hope of a destination. You've got what you want Cohaagen, now give the people AIIIRRR 

This one is for the smarty pants set that has rediscovered and adopted turntablism for their art. Ok, fine. But all this scratching came out of dj culture, and dj culture came out of dispossession... so rather than rant, I'm gonna take you back to the original techniques on techs. And answer that age old question about scratching: what is it?