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"Jazzgle. Jazz influenced jungle, jungle that would be jazz, snazzy bundles of joy stuffing your stockings and the bellies of your better halves, no, make that the sides of your head, stop, back to reality, a series of mixes focused on oldskool jungle and those trumpeteers, saxmen, and monarchs of ragtime whose riffs were long ago lifted by shifty-trowsered raggamuffins, snatched one smoke filled night from who know's what dark gleaming hole of vinyl. Babies, candy, where we came from no less a mystery now than when we first oozed, though we've thrown any number of thoughts at it with the unsteady rhythms of our intelligence, and it, The Great Nonresponder, has swallowed them all without so much as a burp. Plop the needle, push start, and here we are, knowledge makers who don't know much, unsettled by what little we seem to, never free of our impending disappearance into that mystery, and yet, at least in some small sense, we remain secure in the revelations our senses bequeath us: what ears we have to hear with, and in this little corner of the world, some oldskool jungle holiday music to ease that whiskey ache.
In plain English, a mostly 95-96, amen-filled tour of the rougher side of jungle jazzdom."
