if i handed you a clear unmarked plastic bag tied with a ribbon and in it contained many colored gum drops, you might say, 'thanks, jack! i like gum drops.' to which i'd be compelled to say, 'my name's not jack, and those ain't gumdrops.  they're drugs.  all designer.  the newest thing, kid.  each one will have you flying high as a kite.  each trip is a different flavor.  here's the thing, no ill side effects whatsoever.  nothing.  you will feel perfectly fine in the morning.  just let yourself go, mango.'  in your head, you might be wondering why i called you mango just then.  you might not believe anything i've just said.  the good news is, i'm not talking about mystery bag of candy, i'm talking about this compilation of music, featuring exclusive tracks from kangding ray, eomac, and a bunch of other sick producers i hadn't heard of previosly, but to whom i will now be paying close attention.  favorite head trip off this at present is the ninth cut by sos gunver ryberg.  bananas.  and hey, if you like this, proceeds from their bandcamp go towards fighting ovarian cancer.   

_mink nun