So, the lovely folks at RVNG have come up with the goodies once again, this time it is Purple Brain (aka Bumrocks and Jason from Hey Convict!) at the helm of the transdimensional space jetty who sail across murky wormholes eventually arriving at the darken lair of the funk butcher, this is a mix which doesn’t pummel but seduces, ebbing and flowing like the unpredictable tides of mesmerising swamp lands, or acrobatic pirouettes in and out of bizarro freudian landscapes, think of an incredible voyage inside the mind of the Holy Mountain’s alchemist- ju ju drums, Aztec sacrifices and teutonic codeine sturm und drang. We knew but a handful of glittering bones that lie under the fertile grounds of this burial mound, join us in a trip of love, death and discovery.

Here is but a taster, heart-rending South-African piano agit-funk by the Bahumutsi Drama Group as edited by the Purple Brain Folks, and included in a 7” which is being released together with the mix. Soul sorcery.

Bahumutsi Drama Group- To the Comrades (PB Edit)

I toyed with the idea of posting another tune excised from the mix for you to revel in, but fuck it, you are going to have to pony up for the rest of the package, right here. For now, I am going to leave you with a couple of tunes endowed with the sort of glorious mystery that would have made them worthy of inclusion, I hope you enjoy them.

GDFX‘s ‘Choose your Emanation’ is the melancholy kosmische beginning of a gravitational ascent into an orgone-powored lunar elevator, it bristles with the foreboding beginning of a Hawkwind mushroom trip glimmer & vibrato, and it does definitely take you into a strange black zone where golden specks of cosmic dust swirl in their eternal hex dance, causing a mild erosion in your left auditory channel which is the echo of alien transmissions projected from beyond a star that perished aeons ago.

GDFX-Choose Your Emanations

And if Eastern Esoterica is what you smoke, then you should make sure you grab yourself a copy of Sir Richard Bishop’s very latest, The Freak of Araby. After much good humoured wise Saharan coyote loping & revelling up and down the curls of silken dunes which are also strings and resonating drum skins, or the awed pink laser gaze of a deathhead Lawrence of Arabia, the album ends with a ominous stomper,which rattles like Burning Star Core covering Omar Korshid to soundtrack the confrontation between Father Merrin and that gnarly Babylonian stone devil at the onset of the Exorcist, but way deeper. Heavy smokes indeed.

Sir Richard Bishop- Blood Stained Sands