Dub Gabriel: Bass Jihad

Picture a post-apocalyptic Brooklyn rooftop, somewhere in the not-too-distant future. The scene is drenched in a smog-orange sunset haze as a large spaceship, bristling with speakers and pumping bass like a soundsystem truck from 1970s Kingston touches down. The spectacle attracts a dusted assemblage of Rastafarian monks and Bedouin shamans, coming out of the woodwork to call our collective ancestors like they

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