Thursday, July 17, 2008  12:01 am 

Welcome to the Jungle

Our beloved true magick star Mrth told you about this particular tune with drawings we couldn’t even try start to describe, least be us forever vanquished to the asylum for psychedelic glosolalia motherfuckers, alien code spilling out of eyes bulging boiled and all that this entails.

Well, Mi Ami infiltrate our interstellar space with a new 12”, so we thought we’d say WHA, in Ark of the Covenant they continue reading the crooked ways of the drum straight off the black source without resorting to post-punk translators, and the message strikes home fierce n deep. The sheer intensity of its death wailing, which surfs over a red tide of stomping dub bass and no wave guitar shrieking, yellow-eyed panther chewing through its own flesh to escape that cruel trap, burns into our brains images feverish like Malaria-induced hallucinations, camouflage nets covering barracks where taut guerrilla muscles tattooed with the severe faces of Fela Kuti, Sun Ra and Jah Wobble flex resolute covered in a sweaty sheen.

Mi Ami- Ark of the Covenant

Mi Ami’s music sounds made in the treading of hidden paths across a war-torn spiritual jungle, from the splinters of punji sticks, empty shell cases, the sun shining stroboscopic through punctured blood-splattered leafs, caterpillars of unbelievable colours contorting in bizarre shapes, and tribal echoes in the distance of a revolutionary heart of darkness. We so fucking dig.

And now some balm to cover those lacerations, you know that Hugo’s image shines forever reflected in the pool of blood flowing through 20jazzfunkgreats’ syncopated-beating heart, which is to say in a gory way that his intrepid adventures and excellent spirit inform and inspire us in equal degrees.

As we have already told you, he just about kicked off a record label, Capablanca discos, wise communications from a Cuban disco legend some witnesses have described as a cross between David Mancuso and Jodorowski’s Alchemist. His first reference is a seed that grows into a tree of slender delicate limbs reaching towards pearls glimmering in the velvet black, the fulfilment of a loving promise, and the beginning of a very special trip.

Grackle- Jungle (T.Keeler and Capablanca remix)

Grackle’s ‘Jungle’ is thus transformed by the mediation of that gentleman T.Keeler, and el hidalgo Capablanca into chiming alkaloid bliss, warm synthetic waves washing our bodies through the psychedelic membrane into the mother-of-pearl shores of a Balearic island so that, from his vantage point in the deck of a ship sailing valiant away in the night, Steve Reich may behold our faces, white smears of pleasure, through gold-gilded binoculars and tell his attentive students with a knowing smile, ‘this is how it’s done kids’.

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Death disco vs Love dorky

It’s like the photo above if Larry Levan had produced it and we couldn’t find the record anywhere.

Fierce love

XXJFG

labels >> Capablanca, Mi Ami, grackle, xxjfg

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