Mickey 9s

On dark nights in northern cities, where crowds gather underground, not knowing why the atmosphere is tense and bereft of oxygen, the shamanic singer and his totemic band of intergalactic beat drifters appear and are gone, leaving behind them only a post-orgasmic sense of calm and hazy pleasure. Did that really happen? Did a masked shaman really leap from an afro of bass, forcing even white people to dance to his every word and sway?!

They convert many who encounter them to their raving ways. The converted know there is a better kind of music out there: one of ecstatic rhythms and primal groove. There is no longer any need for chords and choruses… there is no longer any need for love songs or sad songs, for this music transcends Earthly emotion. The followers of the masked shaman know the way to the future. The followers are growing…