It was intergalactic, interplanetary vibration-heavy hiphop that Jay Dee channeled into our world. He was a deft collagist of sound, collecting and weaving together his thousands of transcendent found moments of black noise from old artifacts- dusty 45's, lp's and the like. I hear in his music a gumbo of muscular beats blended with negative space and air, along with his own sly instinct for teasing damp sensuality out of the funk like a strong, smart tongue or maybe a searching forefinger. Never too fast, not ever too slow, just smack the skin until the flesh vibrates and then the little death descends. The specially talented strippers understand. Love me some J Dilla.
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