Whew!!! John T Gast’s 5 Gate Temple shred it with heavy concrète soundsystem session with Jog Mode’s outta-nowhere blast of destroyed dubwise styles
Like some cryptic distress signal from rave in the Bermuda triangle, ‘Jogmode’ wickedly scrambles location recordings and seismic ravers shockouts in a fugged concrète style that pushes all the right buttons for us. Lodging somewhere to the hard left of Seekersinternational, Strategy’s maddest, and flashbacks of sessions at The Windy Centre, K-holing at Mannæ warehouse parties, and Nyege Nyege Tapes festival after 3 days no-sleep; it’s giving us ten tonnes of hard, keeling feels right now.
Delivered ruthlessly from-the-hip, the so-far-anonymous artist dispenses nine rounds of phased badness, swerving from resounding ambient temple noise and ansafone recordings in ‘trackOne jm’ to pounding, carnivalous steppers rufige distorted to the biting point on ‘trackTWO jm’; taking in flurries of steel drum melody and insurgent subs around the mid section, and fearlessly running to pitching buzzsaw nuttiness on ‘trackSIX jm’, beside reverse-looped soul psychedelia on ‘trackSEVEN jm’ and scramble-suited singeli-esque madness and dancehall shrapnel blowouts in the final quarters.
Proper good.
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Whew!!! John T Gast’s 5 Gate Temple shred it with heavy concrète soundsystem session with Jog Mode’s outta-nowhere blast of destroyed dubwise styles
Like some cryptic distress signal from rave in the Bermuda triangle, ‘Jogmode’ wickedly scrambles location recordings and seismic ravers shockouts in a fugged concrète style that pushes all the right buttons for us. Lodging somewhere to the hard left of Seekersinternational, Strategy’s maddest, and flashbacks of sessions at The Windy Centre, K-holing at Mannæ warehouse parties, and Nyege Nyege Tapes festival after 3 days no-sleep; it’s giving us ten tonnes of hard, keeling feels right now.
Delivered ruthlessly from-the-hip, the so-far-anonymous artist dispenses nine rounds of phased badness, swerving from resounding ambient temple noise and ansafone recordings in ‘trackOne jm’ to pounding, carnivalous steppers rufige distorted to the biting point on ‘trackTWO jm’; taking in flurries of steel drum melody and insurgent subs around the mid section, and fearlessly running to pitching buzzsaw nuttiness on ‘trackSIX jm’, beside reverse-looped soul psychedelia on ‘trackSEVEN jm’ and scramble-suited singeli-esque madness and dancehall shrapnel blowouts in the final quarters.
Proper good.
Whew!!! John T Gast’s 5 Gate Temple shred it with heavy concrète soundsystem session with Jog Mode’s outta-nowhere blast of destroyed dubwise styles
Like some cryptic distress signal from rave in the Bermuda triangle, ‘Jogmode’ wickedly scrambles location recordings and seismic ravers shockouts in a fugged concrète style that pushes all the right buttons for us. Lodging somewhere to the hard left of Seekersinternational, Strategy’s maddest, and flashbacks of sessions at The Windy Centre, K-holing at Mannæ warehouse parties, and Nyege Nyege Tapes festival after 3 days no-sleep; it’s giving us ten tonnes of hard, keeling feels right now.
Delivered ruthlessly from-the-hip, the so-far-anonymous artist dispenses nine rounds of phased badness, swerving from resounding ambient temple noise and ansafone recordings in ‘trackOne jm’ to pounding, carnivalous steppers rufige distorted to the biting point on ‘trackTWO jm’; taking in flurries of steel drum melody and insurgent subs around the mid section, and fearlessly running to pitching buzzsaw nuttiness on ‘trackSIX jm’, beside reverse-looped soul psychedelia on ‘trackSEVEN jm’ and scramble-suited singeli-esque madness and dancehall shrapnel blowouts in the final quarters.
Proper good.
Whew!!! John T Gast’s 5 Gate Temple shred it with heavy concrète soundsystem session with Jog Mode’s outta-nowhere blast of destroyed dubwise styles
Like some cryptic distress signal from rave in the Bermuda triangle, ‘Jogmode’ wickedly scrambles location recordings and seismic ravers shockouts in a fugged concrète style that pushes all the right buttons for us. Lodging somewhere to the hard left of Seekersinternational, Strategy’s maddest, and flashbacks of sessions at The Windy Centre, K-holing at Mannæ warehouse parties, and Nyege Nyege Tapes festival after 3 days no-sleep; it’s giving us ten tonnes of hard, keeling feels right now.
Delivered ruthlessly from-the-hip, the so-far-anonymous artist dispenses nine rounds of phased badness, swerving from resounding ambient temple noise and ansafone recordings in ‘trackOne jm’ to pounding, carnivalous steppers rufige distorted to the biting point on ‘trackTWO jm’; taking in flurries of steel drum melody and insurgent subs around the mid section, and fearlessly running to pitching buzzsaw nuttiness on ‘trackSIX jm’, beside reverse-looped soul psychedelia on ‘trackSEVEN jm’ and scramble-suited singeli-esque madness and dancehall shrapnel blowouts in the final quarters.
Proper good.