Without a chance of salvation only the the twitching of the restless legs brings to mind the grace and favour that have been granted.

,AGNOSTIC FUNK" is an invitation: Shake your hips after all! Eight snapshots of the common mindfuck can renew energies.

But always forgoing transcendency: Funk played by TICS frees neither ass nor mind, it turns their social entanglements to the outside.

Hanging on these threads the bodies fidget and crick their joints. The voice is no sovereign know-it-all, is reflected, doubled, annotated, counteracted by samples, echoes, vocoder scraps.

Underneath, bass, drums and guitar get caught up in transformer-esque locomotions, keyboards and saxophones gum up to psychedelic streaks.

This Funk is a reflex of the workaday delusion - and to the same extent resistance against its supple operation.

A smitten wiggle, thrashing about out of necessity against the new fascist groove thang.

Do something about it!