Aw fuck this Vonnegut inspired Space-Time warp, everything is getting really confusing, I am tripping on grainy black and white images of Hugo dressed up in a tux for classy magick styles, sleight of hand, smoke and no mirrors, here comes another awesome Capablanca record out of abe lincoln’s stovepipe hat, just as he’s doing this right in front of me, my transponder buzzes, gee, it’s Hugo communicating from his class Excalibur star-busting red dwarf popping galanga cruiser, it sounds all crackly and shit. Apparently they have just had a black hole hit & run incident, the comms system of the ship has folded upon itself and all the crew are in a daze. Gotta flip the reality matrix like a bucket full of portals, find which one is the closest to their location and jump into it very fearless, because if I miss this party the rest of my personalities will never forgive me, absolute POWW.

Transmission sent to myself across aeons as  intercepted by the higher state of consciousness future black jazz panther massive

Or what happens when Nation´s Headquarters Underground mastermind Traxx enters an alliance with Shadow Commander Beau Wanzer for a space-time travel to the origins of Jack, realizing only too late the intrusion of a Spanish fly into the Quasar-propelled capsule. The result is a Mutant Beat creature on destination point, a shape-shifter entity with red acid injected eyes that would trance you in a daze of zombileptic beats and limb-breaking impulses with only looking at it.

From Disco to: Disco rapes Adonis in a tropical Berlin jungle, courtesy of external agent Dr. D. Clark. They call it The Future Soundof Yesterday and, while available in digital format, the real deal is the limited 500 vinyl copies with hand-silkscreened Mutant by monster artist himself Andreas Golder.

Mutant Beat Dance- In a Daze (Eric D. Clark’s Vocal Mix)

The secret cuban society Discos Capablanca made the wax replicas of the creature and had Clone deliver the raw substance .

As a bonus, just to keep you jacking like duracell bunnies in an electrified dancefloor, here you have Tyree mix of Acid Over, which is different from the one you might have heard in a rather awesome Soul Jazz comp a couple of years ago. This has ridiculously propulsive space helium propelled hi energy vocals about swinging and dancing and the usual stuff, as well as a beautifully pensive latin piano resting in its midst like a big eyed majestic deer licking its paws in a space between the pumped out crowds. Yeah, it’s crazy like that and if it doesn’t blow your mind then you need a fucking upgrade.

Tyree- Acid Over (Tyree’s Mix)