Info dystrybutora:
Dino Felipe is the Charley Patton of electronica. If the Mississippi Delta blues never had a player with quite the same slip-and-slide frenzy as Patton, then Atlanta might never have a more half-crazed, dot-matrix funk-face than Felipe. Felipe’s music has the soulful brokedown jams that stand to make him the seminal voice of our generation’s economic collapse. Felipe’s music is the glorious epitome of the home-made sound: anarchistically cluttered, cigarette-burned, and hyper from cheap coffee: every speck of lonely life digitized and made into a WAV file. Felipe can turn a gluttonous mess of industrial samples, Moog-noises, disco breaks, and satanic-style backmasking into a heroic tribute to modern life: our freeways, vacant lots, disposal bins full with discarded PC towers, stretch limos with teenagers inside, and lots of commercials-it’s all there in Felipe’s sound. “I’m You” is the honest truth. He turns our thoughts into sound.

Info dystrybutora:

Dino Felipe is the Charley Patton of electronica. If the Mississippi Delta blues never had a player with quite the same slip-and-slide frenzy as Patton, then Atlanta might never have a more half-crazed, dot-matrix funk-face than Felipe. Felipe’s music has the soulful brokedown jams that stand to make him the seminal voice of our generation’s economic collapse. Felipe’s music is the glorious epitome of the home-made sound: anarchistically cluttered, cigarette-burned, and hyper from cheap coffee: every speck of lonely life digitized and made into a WAV file. Felipe can turn a gluttonous mess of industrial samples, Moog-noises, disco breaks, and satanic-style backmasking into a heroic tribute to modern life: our freeways, vacant lots, disposal bins full with discarded PC towers, stretch limos with teenagers inside, and lots of commercials-it’s all there in Felipe’s sound. “I’m You” is the honest truth. He turns our thoughts into sound.