Detroit’s own Kenny Dixon Jr. a.k.a. Moodymann commits a dope, 30-track edit & blend session to DJ-Kicks, cutting from Jai Paul and Flying Lotus to Anne Clark and Marcel Pittman as only he can.
The selection is heavily weighted towards soul, hip hop, and pop, swerving the notebooks of house nerds and collectors in favour of casting a spell with, well, practically anything other than a straight 4/4, or as he puts it, with an aim “to present music of quality, not to one-up collectors.”
He’s arguably succeeded in that goal, picking out the kind of local 313 hip hop and contemporary soul nuggets that fly far beyond the radar of your frothing house fascist who expects a kick, hi-hat and chord progression for 74 minutes (and gets offended when they don’t get what they expect).
It’s all best suited to hot-boxing the whip whilst cruising the city at night, or equally for synching with your sofa post-session; keeping the chops short, smooth and gentle for an effortless momentum and all important mature vibe that many could learn from.
p.s. Scratch that about collectors, what the fuck is this beat-less live version of Anne Clark’s Our Darkness?!?!
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Detroit’s own Kenny Dixon Jr. a.k.a. Moodymann commits a dope, 30-track edit & blend session to DJ-Kicks, cutting from Jai Paul and Flying Lotus to Anne Clark and Marcel Pittman as only he can.
The selection is heavily weighted towards soul, hip hop, and pop, swerving the notebooks of house nerds and collectors in favour of casting a spell with, well, practically anything other than a straight 4/4, or as he puts it, with an aim “to present music of quality, not to one-up collectors.”
He’s arguably succeeded in that goal, picking out the kind of local 313 hip hop and contemporary soul nuggets that fly far beyond the radar of your frothing house fascist who expects a kick, hi-hat and chord progression for 74 minutes (and gets offended when they don’t get what they expect).
It’s all best suited to hot-boxing the whip whilst cruising the city at night, or equally for synching with your sofa post-session; keeping the chops short, smooth and gentle for an effortless momentum and all important mature vibe that many could learn from.
p.s. Scratch that about collectors, what the fuck is this beat-less live version of Anne Clark’s Our Darkness?!?!
Detroit’s own Kenny Dixon Jr. a.k.a. Moodymann commits a dope, 30-track edit & blend session to DJ-Kicks, cutting from Jai Paul and Flying Lotus to Anne Clark and Marcel Pittman as only he can.
The selection is heavily weighted towards soul, hip hop, and pop, swerving the notebooks of house nerds and collectors in favour of casting a spell with, well, practically anything other than a straight 4/4, or as he puts it, with an aim “to present music of quality, not to one-up collectors.”
He’s arguably succeeded in that goal, picking out the kind of local 313 hip hop and contemporary soul nuggets that fly far beyond the radar of your frothing house fascist who expects a kick, hi-hat and chord progression for 74 minutes (and gets offended when they don’t get what they expect).
It’s all best suited to hot-boxing the whip whilst cruising the city at night, or equally for synching with your sofa post-session; keeping the chops short, smooth and gentle for an effortless momentum and all important mature vibe that many could learn from.
p.s. Scratch that about collectors, what the fuck is this beat-less live version of Anne Clark’s Our Darkness?!?!
Detroit’s own Kenny Dixon Jr. a.k.a. Moodymann commits a dope, 30-track edit & blend session to DJ-Kicks, cutting from Jai Paul and Flying Lotus to Anne Clark and Marcel Pittman as only he can.
The selection is heavily weighted towards soul, hip hop, and pop, swerving the notebooks of house nerds and collectors in favour of casting a spell with, well, practically anything other than a straight 4/4, or as he puts it, with an aim “to present music of quality, not to one-up collectors.”
He’s arguably succeeded in that goal, picking out the kind of local 313 hip hop and contemporary soul nuggets that fly far beyond the radar of your frothing house fascist who expects a kick, hi-hat and chord progression for 74 minutes (and gets offended when they don’t get what they expect).
It’s all best suited to hot-boxing the whip whilst cruising the city at night, or equally for synching with your sofa post-session; keeping the chops short, smooth and gentle for an effortless momentum and all important mature vibe that many could learn from.
p.s. Scratch that about collectors, what the fuck is this beat-less live version of Anne Clark’s Our Darkness?!?!
Vinyl back in stock - 19 soulful, rugged aces - including his own edit of Lady Alma - on the triple vinyl accompaniment to his DJ-Kicks mix.
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Detroit’s own Kenny Dixon Jr. a.k.a. Moodymann commits a dope, 30-track edit & blend session to DJ-Kicks, cutting from Jai Paul and Flying Lotus to Anne Clark and Marcel Pittman as only he can.
The selection is heavily weighted towards soul, hip hop, and pop, swerving the notebooks of house nerds and collectors in favour of casting a spell with, well, practically anything other than a straight 4/4, or as he puts it, with an aim “to present music of quality, not to one-up collectors.”
He’s arguably succeeded in that goal, picking out the kind of local 313 hip hop and contemporary soul nuggets that fly far beyond the radar of your frothing house fascist who expects a kick, hi-hat and chord progression for 74 minutes (and gets offended when they don’t get what they expect).
It’s all best suited to hot-boxing the whip whilst cruising the city at night, or equally for synching with your sofa post-session; keeping the chops short, smooth and gentle for an effortless momentum and all important mature vibe that many could learn from.
p.s. Scratch that about collectors, what the fuck is this beat-less live version of Anne Clark’s Our Darkness?!?!
30 Track CD Edition Back in stock.
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Detroit’s own Kenny Dixon Jr. a.k.a. Moodymann commits a dope, 30-track edit & blend session to DJ-Kicks, cutting from Jai Paul and Flying Lotus to Anne Clark and Marcel Pittman as only he can.
The selection is heavily weighted towards soul, hip hop, and pop, swerving the notebooks of house nerds and collectors in favour of casting a spell with, well, practically anything other than a straight 4/4, or as he puts it, with an aim “to present music of quality, not to one-up collectors.”
He’s arguably succeeded in that goal, picking out the kind of local 313 hip hop and contemporary soul nuggets that fly far beyond the radar of your frothing house fascist who expects a kick, hi-hat and chord progression for 74 minutes (and gets offended when they don’t get what they expect).
It’s all best suited to hot-boxing the whip whilst cruising the city at night, or equally for synching with your sofa post-session; keeping the chops short, smooth and gentle for an effortless momentum and all important mature vibe that many could learn from.
p.s. Scratch that about collectors, what the fuck is this beat-less live version of Anne Clark’s Our Darkness?!?!