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)

I might have been interzoning again, lost in time and space, when the other day, trying with futile efforts to find that 4D door that spits you straight into the 80′s NY, more concretely straight into the wild bunchin’, State of Art, punk-waved Lower East Side of James Chance and Lydia Lunch I suddenly found myself just in the place, but only it was February 2008.

‘Crap!’ i thought. ‘This ain’t gonna be half the fun’.

Luckily before the trip ended I had time to prove myself wrong. For those who say NY is not half as exciting as it used to be, I have to say I’m still looking for that interdimensional door so I can’t really tell. And truth be told, I didn’t see any ’3 Tage Wach’ (or half a week lasting poly-saturated hippie raves in the heart of the city, like the ones you find in Berlin without even looking for them) but hey! Before I realized I was leaving a cubicle were the Rude Boy Himself was imparting a B.A. in Chicago fuckin House & Disco applied to the Make You Sweat, just like back in the days, and heading to the basement of a Chinese Restaurant in Brooklyn were some underground cold wave party was taking place.

Sexy.

And just when you were expecting an almost teenager Kim Cattrall to appear from a secret door in the wall, escaping from the catacombs inhabited by Rayden-lookalike millennial Chinese ghosts (or is it the other way around), that throw million volt electric discharges with their hands just like him (flashback), that amazing brain behind Minimal Wave, Veronica, takes over the decks and with a motorik pulse, bitchslaps you out of your dreams and drags you back into the realms of reality (not that the Brooklynian dancing next to me had anything to envy to the teenie Cattrall in any case) with a Crash course in Science for us B class nerds who didn’t have A grade in Science because were too busy digging tunnels in our subconsciousness. Welcome back to Reality, Nerd.

Crash Course in Science-Flying Turns

It would be too easy to say I was left in a complete state of turmoil, but those were the exact words that describe how I felt and, the words that after being internalised, made pick up a record with curiosity at the dustiest of the basements, filled with 2$ vinyls (again, what good old times?)

Mamie Van Doren is not only that 237 year old zombie playmate that looks like a quite possible cross between alien technology gone wrong and your average silicon blonde, she also starred some serious Z stuff back in the days, like Peter Bogdanovich’s (yes) directorial debut ‘Voyage To The Planet of Prehistoric Women’, Cormanian production made with old school CCCP days russian sci-fi footage bought by Corman himself in Yugoslavia. Dear Mamie also attempted in the mid 80′s to become a Discotheque Star with absolute unclassics like this. A personal fav, in part because of its sheer freakness

Mamie Van Doren- In a state of turmoil

I couldn’t end my trip without a walk through the darklands. And the night after, slacking at some ex thai massage saloon gone gay bar, I was given the very key when a strange character named Kklovenhoof handed me a piece of plastic. There was something written on it I couldn´t read because of the red lights and all that yello vodka, but later I realized it was an Avant God Split 7″, with magic noise from Led Er Est and the spirit of Suicide coming back to life after being submerged in a bathtub of acid and electrical overloaded wires. The voltage of insanity and the spastic warmth of a discharge, by S.S.P.S

SSPS – Sweet children part I

Next Chapter: A bit of Latin Psychogeography and escape from NY via Havana… soon.