Total Recoil

Spaghetti Blacc is UNBOUND. A free electron with no prescribed orbit, no genre-cage, no sonic immigration papers. They go wherever the hell they want, whenever the hell they want, and apparently nobody has yet invented the authority capable of stopping them. Their passport has only one stamp. And it's labeled INFINITY (OH MY FUCKING GOD). One minute: a surrealist MC with a venomous flow and an almost unnerving self-possession, calmly dispensing verses over floating-libidinous atmospheres—avant-garde, psychedelic, supernatural, delicately opiated things hovering three inches above the floor at 4:17 in the morning. Then something snaps. And they mutate into a ONE-PERSON BRUTAL-PROG / NOISE-ROCK EXTERMINATION UNIT, emptying barrels of sonic fluoroantimonic acid over our poor screaming carcasses. MF DOOM. Lightning Bolt. Masonna. JPEGMAFIA. Autechre. Ruins. Boredoms. This Heat. Stockhausen. A Gagaku Ensemble that ingested a copious amount of shrooms. ALL OF THEM TRAPPED INSIDE ONE HUMAN BEING WITH A VERY BAD ELECTRICAL PROBLEM.