| Malarkey Dancers
succumb to the gorilla-grip of his groove as the mixmaster's maelstrom
of mutilated muse mashes up mean-ass measures that mix chewy, pawn-shopped
grooves where stolen samples get a new life in the thump of vinyl. Hi
hats chip away on the ones and threes, snappy snares bark with fury at
the heels of two's 'n fours, while rubbery bass lines deliver an outright
whacking of alpha heft to soulful voices. The deft inclusion of brassy
horns spikes the consciousness with sassy stabs of old-school color and
seamless transitions weave a spell of movement from the nose to the toes. |
| Taj
Mahal Dome |
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