HELLA-FREAK
the album by
DJ PPX
hella-freak.zip
84 MB zipped |
track name -
mix number |
length |
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01_hella-freak_mix19 |
04:55 |
02_hella-freak_mix25 |
04:28 |
03_hella-freak_mix02 |
05:52 |
04_hella-freak_mix03 |
03:20 |
05_hella-freak_mix05 |
03:37 |
06_hella-freak_mix16 |
02:38 |
07_hella-freak_mix18 |
00:38 |
08_hella-freak_mix13 |
04:46 |
09_hella-freak_mix14 |
05:17 |
10_hella-freak_mix12 |
04:48 |
11_hella-freak_mix11 |
06:25 |
12_hella-freak_mix10 |
02:57 |
13_hella-freak_mix09 |
04:15 |
14_hella-freak_mix27 |
03:32 |
15_hella-freak_mix29 |
02:50 |
DJ PPX
is an evil, mind destroying, industry devouring,
copyright ignoring
DJ From Hell,
a true master of the modern music underground, a hard
worker and an insane programmer, completely addicted to
the whims of his own musical desires, and staunchly
opposed to helping groups just because they're rich and
famous,.. fuck 'em, ain't nothing but a buncha hoes! |
They gotta DESERVE to be
freaked like this, this machine is Top Secret! No love sick pop
groups, with snitch-ass lawyers, will ever be allowed to know about this
ass-kicking, mindfuck of an album, much less have it
served to them on a silver platter by the genius who did
all the work. |
Any profits made from
this recording should go to a fund for suicidal DJ's who will
understandably want to KILL THEMSELVES when they realize what the
fuck is going on here. In the first place, only the best and most
experienced and creative DJ's will be able to comprehend the techniques of
cutting loops on the 1, playing them live as an improvisation,
processing them thru filters and echoes, and "freaking" the
arrangements on the fly. |
HELLA-FREAK, the album, was compiled
from 15 of 31 live jams, carefully sequenced, and spliced back to back,
all on beat...,even the fade outs keep time This was done so any "normal" DJ could play the original mix
on one side, and these freak mixes on the other
side, sculpting the arrangement to match
the flow of what's happenin' on the dance floor. Get it? |
How does this crazy shit work?
One simple but essential answer:
REAKTOR. Do you know what that name means? No? Then
you better fucking find out, before those magazines
you've been bullshitting yourself with make you miss the
boat entirely. |
At first I thought there must be some form of hocus pocus going on,
maybe I was just too high? It sounded way too good
to be true. Gradually, I realized this freak mixing thing works the same way
Dixieland jazz works. You combine various pieces of
blues music together, using rhythm and improvisation, if
its real American blues music, it can't NOT work. Blues
music was designed for polyphonic improvisation
since day one. |
The bass player of this band heard a couple of these
freak-mixes and
said, "that's awesome!" I guess that means all the other people who
said I had finally lost my mind were full of shit, right? I swear to God, my sister heard some of this
freak shit over the phone, and that stupid drunken bitch
actually called the police! |
Two cops appear at my
front door, its wide open...
1st cop asks: "Are you alright?" I bust out laughing.
2nd cop asks:"Are you here by yourself?"
His eyes look towrads the open studio door... evil noise
is spewing forth.
"Nobody here but me... and a fat kitty cat... she's
around here somewhere." |
2nd cop winced at the
relentless, wall-pounding rhythm, roaring thru the whole
house.
1st cop says:
"Someone was worried about you" I started laughing
my ass off!
The sound WAS insane, no argument there. |
"Sorry guys, but somebody is yanking your
chain. Thanks for showing up just in case, I really
appreciate it,
but my drunken sister is wasting your
time since I won't let her waste mine." |
At that
point, the mosquitos around my porch started dinging
the fuck out of them,
especially on the 2nd cop's bald head. They left walking
real fast. slapping their arms and faces.
scratching like DJ's, and itching like motherfuckers. |
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