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The story thus far: Duke Slammer’s day took a turn for the better when he discovered a portal underneath a craps table in Vegas. Upon entering he traversed a wormhole at lightning speed, only to be spat out onto some soft blue grass. He could hear the familiar crickets chirping, along with a strange, distant, warbling beat. As he staggered towards the sound, blinking in the sun he became surrounded by aliens wearing spandex and could faintly see George Clinton on stage in the distance…
This album attempts to document Duke’s strange journey from Vegas to the Funkadelic gig in the form of 808s, synth-worms and sound bytes.
is putting together the ‘difficult’ second album ;)
expect it to be fatter and more funky than the first!
