That, and I still haven't found my fucking hard drive.
This was sitting in a long-departed Charles Street record store, missing its tray card, when I came across it in 1997. It was the golden age of turntablism, that time when the DJ was king. DJ Shadow, Invisibl Skratch Piklz, Mix Master Mike: all masters of the 1s & 2s, turning disparate material into beautiful, beat-laden melange. It was music to my ears. Literally.
Rob Swift was a member of the X-Men, soon to become X-Ecutioners, one of New York City's finest DJ collectives. I'm fairly certain this was one of those "read about it in CMJ" artists who'd I'd otherwise not really come across. So his name stood out when I came across this. It was $5. Who was I to say no?
Other than the circumstances of acquiring it, and that it serves as a decent precursor to that first X-Ecutioners full-length on Asphodel, I don't remember a damned thing about this. I think the artwork is still very off-putting; like some dirty Smith graduate, scion of a publishing company, thought they'd get big ups by channelling a Haight/Ashbury vibe.
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