Sanguine Soul was born from the womb of an android tree that itself miraculously grew out of a concrete block and a soiled piece of toilet paper abandoned and quietly forgotten underneath the 280 freeway. At first Sanguine Soul was nothing but a swampy ghettoblaster playing retro tunes straight out of 2020. But four buttons evolved from its broken tape deck, Mic Mistress “the feral but transcendental” Aisha, Honey “the nasty but sparkly clean” Knuckles, Z “the wise intelligent but idiotically redundant” Note, and Shel “the reasonable but vertiginous” matic. When all pressed together at once, those four buttons produce a psychotic wavelength that eschews conventional soundscapes in favor of unfathomable contexts and ridiculously over adjectived spheres of spacey, street, futura-ancient rhythms and melodies. Occasionally the four buttons play musical chairs with outsider guests and spark new patterns of interpersonal kinetics. Or is it something else?
According to a piece of graffiti scrawled on the bathroom wall by an Aztec anti-prophet turned mercenary in modern day Jupiter, it’s a concept driven radio show on a San Francisco pirate station unrestrained by market objectives and completely hinged on exploring sound and sharing the love.
Yea, expect the deep monster funk, word power Hiphop, soulclap breaks, fuzzed out psych, throw back soul, new again wave, sticky boogie, synth heavy grooves, electronic odysseys, sprinkled with some rock, and let’s call everything else incognito. So don’t trip fool, take a sip of crimson lemonade, and bask in the vivacious vibrations of Sanguine Soul.
