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)

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