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03[046]03[047]excellent culture for crosspollinating across the mammalian phylum.Not flowing but gloating, the locum becomes 'Doctor Ludicrous' whoturns 'into an octopus' all the more easily to 'grab 8 species' and'isolate like a incubus'.Listening to Dr Octagon flashes forwards to the alien abduction youwill never have. You're being alienhandled in an operating theatre ofcruelty and killing jokes: 'The perfect enzyme's me with your brain in myother hand.' The alien induces traumas and kills its patients withinsouciance. Dr Octagon is a surgeon out to build a new nervous systemout of your archaic one. It gives you a seasickness of the head.The Inhuman gets a contact high from cruelty. It lingers over organswith a loving sense of detail, loses itself in the rapture of dissection, thejoy of getting to work on a warm body.Boddhisativa Explosion in Slow Motion:Cypress Hill, The RIA, Gravediggaz, Sunz of Manoh man homey, my mind is playing tricks on meGeto BoysMythillogicalHipHop has always been headmusic. But the moment it drugs itself, itturns its back on imminent revolution in favour of immanent revelation.The street dissolves into the psychosonic geography of gangstadelia.HipHop becomes an inner-space music. 'Keeping it real' no longer meansrepresenting, because there's no defined reality left to represent.Knowledge now means innersight, which overwhelms the true/ falsebinary. The street's rigid border between the real and the fantastic meltsinto the psychospatial treachery of the '91 film jacob 's Ladder. To reallygrasp mythillogical HipHop it's essential to rent Adrian Lyne's videoepic, in which New York dissolves into a diabolical swamp of unendingaudio hallucinations all the stronger for being unseen.I'm having illusions, driving me mad in my mindCypress Hill360· of Peripheral PersecutionWeed deregulates the means of perception, breaks down the walls ofHipHop's fortified ego. Cypress Hill 's '92 instrumental Ultraviolet Dreamsmelts HipHop's martial self. Producer OJ Muggs ' fuzzy logic of wiltingbass and low-frequency leakage blurs audibi lity, unwinds the gangstalean into a woozy gait. Vigilance loses focus in the witchy, whisperypsychoacoustic space of inhalation turned treacly thick. You wanderthrough its striated wraithscape, a malleable porous flux .Weed's dilation effect makes it the time-stretcher, the narcoagentwhich slows down the perception of object-events. OJ Muggs isfascinated by the bullet's trajectory, how a body looks from the gun'spov, its sighting line. As Sly Stone croaked: 'Looking at the devil,grinning at his gun.'All drugs intensify paranoia. But Weed's special effect is to magnifythe misperception inherent in everyday hearing, thereby tuning HipHopinto a perpetual paranoia of peripheral persecution.The ear always hears around c'orners. Grass intensifies this untilreality breaks up into proliferating audio hallucinations that triggerthemselves at 360' around your head. At the edges of earshot soundslaunch themselves at you.In HipHop headmusic, R. Murray Schafer's schizophony has becomepremonitional. Sounds have detached themselves from their sources andare reaching you before their causes do. Hear what happens whensoundeffects go amiss. They wander without an object. Running amokwith no cause at all, soundeffects generate environments of objectlessominousness and perpetual imminence.They took a sonogram and seen the image of a demonGravediggazThe Internal Mechanism of Paranoiac phenomenaDriven by premonitions, myth illogical HipHop is like Sarah Connor in TheTerminator, always talking in the past tense about things it hasn't yetdone. The head is filled with revelations that impeach the daylight. TheRZA's phantasmic HipHop productions induce visions in the ear. Every