08[138]MIXRDELICUNIVERSE08[139]'We have taken control so as to br<strong>in</strong>g you this special show': bycommandeer<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong> communications system, Star Child automaticallyga<strong>in</strong>s access to <strong>the</strong> midbra<strong>in</strong>: 'We will return it to you as soon as you aregroovy.' P'Funk is <strong>the</strong> p'honogenic <strong>in</strong>filtration of <strong>the</strong> record<strong>in</strong>gapparatus and by extension <strong>the</strong> perceptual system. Star Child identifies<strong>the</strong> fatal human weakness: humans have no earl ids, and are helplessbefore aural <strong>in</strong>vasion. Star Child's voice is so excessively p#honogenicthat it becomes queasy and gloat<strong>in</strong>g. It is magnified, a manic, mock<strong>in</strong>gcloseup that nestles itself right <strong>in</strong>side your ear, <strong>in</strong>s<strong>in</strong>uates itself throughyour hear<strong>in</strong>g, sped up and reverbed until it secretes sense. It scans all<strong>the</strong> record<strong>in</strong>g systems available and decides to cross <strong>in</strong>to <strong>the</strong> auditorycanal through <strong>the</strong> mike filter: an assault on all parts of <strong>the</strong> big bra<strong>in</strong> by<strong>the</strong> universal <strong>in</strong>vaders of funk.We Are <strong>in</strong> Your System: ParliamentAccord<strong>in</strong>g to Trad media folklore, funk eases you <strong>in</strong>to <strong>the</strong> groove; it putsyou <strong>in</strong> touch with your body, it humanizes you. With Parliament, funkbecomes P'aranormalized, <strong>the</strong> prize and <strong>the</strong> stake <strong>in</strong> an ongo<strong>in</strong>g battlebetween <strong>the</strong> alien and <strong>the</strong> adapted human, between abduction by audioand possession by phono. In <strong>the</strong> Parliament MythSystems, funk - likeovaries, sperm or <strong>the</strong> sandworm spice <strong>in</strong> Dune - is <strong>the</strong> vital force, <strong>the</strong>elan vital that visit<strong>in</strong>g aliens want to extract and extort. The P'Funktrack always demands that you 'Give up <strong>the</strong> funk'.Perceptual InfiltrationP#Funk is an encounter with <strong>the</strong> alien: 'Good even<strong>in</strong>g. Do not attempt toadjust your radio. There is noth<strong>in</strong>g wrong. ' '75'S P Funk [Wants to GetFunked Up] is <strong>the</strong> P'honoFiction of <strong>the</strong> nonhuman system that captures<strong>the</strong> frequencies , rides <strong>in</strong> on <strong>the</strong> radiowaves, seeps <strong>in</strong>to your senses. Ittakes advantage of <strong>the</strong> 'fearful medium' of radio to manifest <strong>the</strong> alienpower of broadcast<strong>in</strong>g. P#Funk personifies <strong>the</strong> nonhuman force of mediathat releases what Schafer def<strong>in</strong>es as 'an <strong>in</strong>visible excitement for <strong>the</strong>nerves because we cannot see who or what is produc<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong> sound.'The Spacel<strong>in</strong>kRadio opens up <strong>the</strong> spacel<strong>in</strong>k, <strong>the</strong> channel between offworld andonworld. For Parliament, radio connects <strong>the</strong> human to <strong>the</strong> alien:'Welcome to <strong>the</strong> Station WEFUNK, better known as WE FUNK or deeperstill <strong>the</strong> Mo<strong>the</strong>rship Connection, home of <strong>the</strong> extraterrestrial bro<strong>the</strong>rs.'Listen<strong>in</strong>g to Station WEFUNK turns you <strong>in</strong>to <strong>the</strong> medium through which<strong>the</strong> Unidentified Audio Object arrives on Earth. Broadcast<strong>in</strong>g is <strong>the</strong>umbilical system which delivers <strong>the</strong> human listener <strong>in</strong>to <strong>the</strong> comfort<strong>in</strong>gaudio environment of <strong>the</strong> Mo<strong>the</strong>rship. Inside <strong>the</strong> Mo<strong>the</strong>rship you feel athome <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> alien, enwombed <strong>in</strong> audio: 'Com<strong>in</strong>g to you directly from <strong>the</strong>Mo<strong>the</strong>rship Connection.'Extract/ExtortI'll funk with your m<strong>in</strong>d: to funk is to threaten and promise, to exhort andextract, to funkatize <strong>the</strong> psyche through a logic of <strong>the</strong> pun which couplesconcepts while fuck<strong>in</strong>g you <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> head. When Dr Funkenste<strong>in</strong> emergesfrom <strong>the</strong> Mo<strong>the</strong>rship, writh<strong>in</strong>g down its silver steps <strong>in</strong> Madison SquareGarden '78 , it's <strong>the</strong> audio lifeform come alive. The Parliament fan craves<strong>the</strong> syn<strong>the</strong>tic. The world of <strong>the</strong> track expands to devour <strong>the</strong> eageraudience. Overton Lloyd, Parliament's sleeve artist, designs Funkenste<strong>in</strong>accord<strong>in</strong>g to Cl<strong>in</strong>ton's specification: 'Draw a spaceman, put a cloak on him,put diamonds on <strong>the</strong> cloak, make him like a pimp spaceman.' He is <strong>the</strong>Spacepimp with spiderweb shades. The cartoon crosses from <strong>the</strong> Parliamentuniverse <strong>in</strong>to yours. The P#honoFictional personification captures <strong>the</strong>audience, drags it happily <strong>in</strong>to <strong>the</strong> Parliament P#ossibility Space.
08(140)08(141)Emerg<strong>in</strong>g from <strong>the</strong> Mo<strong>the</strong>rship, he . ,it lolls and lurches from side toside like an <strong>in</strong>vertebrate ma ndroid. Dr Funkenste<strong>in</strong> beg<strong>in</strong>s a sentenceslowed down <strong>in</strong>to an ancient alien, but by <strong>the</strong> end is a perverse impalways 'ego-tripp<strong>in</strong>g and body snatch<strong>in</strong>g'. The id hijacks <strong>the</strong> head andemits signals through <strong>the</strong> mouth, generat<strong>in</strong>g nausea through pitchadjustment. The master technician of Clone Funk wears spiderwebshades with white plastic arms tha t grip his face from temple to below<strong>the</strong> cheekbone. White fur coat trail<strong>in</strong>g, carry<strong>in</strong>g a cane, his facecurta<strong>in</strong>ed by a long straighthaired wig and furry, floppy white hat whichdrops on <strong>the</strong> beat, its . ,his voice is perpetually mobile, roam<strong>in</strong>g fromsardonic scientist to squeaky id , unable to stabilize <strong>in</strong>to a s<strong>in</strong>gle self.The Prelude from The Clones of Dr Funkenste<strong>in</strong> ends with his . >itsvoice slowed down to a dredged-up drawl: 'And funk is its own reward.May I frighten you.' Funkenste<strong>in</strong> is not so much a voice as vocal mattermixadelicized <strong>in</strong>to streams of reversed syntax, <strong>the</strong> groan<strong>in</strong>g burble of<strong>the</strong> generalissimo drown<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> quicksand, double-backwards taperevers<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong>to a reverse narration, malicious ids gamboll<strong>in</strong>g and giggl<strong>in</strong>gat <strong>the</strong> edges of earshot.P#Funk compels you to succumb to <strong>the</strong> <strong>in</strong>human, to be abducted andlove it. Funk gets drawn out of <strong>the</strong> body, an entelechy harvested by analien force . In Unfunky UFO, <strong>the</strong> aliens traumatize <strong>the</strong> song's contacteewith <strong>the</strong>ir demand for funk: 'Like a trick of lightn<strong>in</strong>g it camelfill<strong>in</strong>g mybra<strong>in</strong> with this pa<strong>in</strong>/ Without say<strong>in</strong>g a word I heard this voice/ give us <strong>the</strong>funk, you punk.' The chorus multiplies <strong>in</strong>to a multitracked swarm ofaliens here 'to save a dy<strong>in</strong>g world from its funklessness.'Like <strong>the</strong> spice <strong>the</strong> Atreides family m<strong>in</strong>e <strong>in</strong> Dune, or <strong>the</strong> water Newtonarrives to harvest <strong>in</strong> The Man Who Fell to Earth, funk revitalizes.P#Funk is <strong>the</strong> gladallover suffusion of Funkentelechy, <strong>the</strong> enjoymentof mutation. Instead of resist<strong>in</strong>g alien extraction, danc<strong>in</strong>g turns it <strong>in</strong>to agift, turns onto <strong>the</strong> joy of be<strong>in</strong>g abducted. Funkentelechy is <strong>the</strong> processwhich demands Abduct me! Abduct me! As soon as funk comes from offthis world, it collides with common sense.Possession by Cartoon' I was merely <strong>the</strong> vessel fo r Casper and Bootzilla to construct <strong>the</strong>ir funk.'Bootsy Coll<strong>in</strong>s is possessed by cartoons - a phenomenon that IshmaelReed expla<strong>in</strong>s, '<strong>in</strong> which a host becomes a human radio for cosmicforces.' '78'S Hollywood Squares announces Bootsy's animanifesto: 'I'vegot a cartoon m<strong>in</strong>d.' P#Funk is a consensual audiohalluc<strong>in</strong>ation thatallows '<strong>the</strong> m<strong>in</strong>d to enter <strong>the</strong> world of cartoons', a gloopy Sonic Fictionsusta<strong>in</strong>ed across concept albums. Each record is a fragment from <strong>the</strong>world it auditions.When you meet me aga<strong>in</strong>, I hope that you have been<strong>the</strong> k<strong>in</strong>d of person, that you really are nowAdvance ProbeSly and <strong>the</strong> Family StoneThe Mo<strong>the</strong>rship is an advance probe sent ahead to anticipate newk<strong>in</strong>aes<strong>the</strong>tic universes. In <strong>the</strong> f<strong>in</strong>al m<strong>in</strong>ute of Mo<strong>the</strong>rship Connection[Star Child] a M<strong>in</strong>iMoog spacechord suspends time. Travell<strong>in</strong>g along al<strong>in</strong>e of light, all sound drops out for a beat. This funky vacuum only lastsa bl<strong>in</strong>k but when sound returns it arrives from far off, from 'light years<strong>in</strong> time'. The psychoacoustic space of <strong>the</strong> track has <strong>in</strong>explicably altered,crossed an event horizon <strong>in</strong> less time <strong>than</strong> it takes to w<strong>in</strong>k. Like <strong>the</strong>unaccountable hours lost by <strong>the</strong> abductee, you're somewhere andsomewhen else now. Memory plays with you, leaves you baffled. P#Funksplices tapes to make you doubt your m<strong>in</strong>d. Collaps<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong> spacetimecont<strong>in</strong>uum funks with your recognition processes. The sense of be<strong>in</strong>g<strong>in</strong>exorably pulled along by <strong>the</strong> simmer<strong>in</strong>g backbeat becomes a rockabyemotion which 'sw<strong>in</strong>gs low'. Bernard Worrell 's M<strong>in</strong>iMoog synths arc andascend <strong>in</strong> wistful , forlorn fugues . By equaliz<strong>in</strong>g its frequencies to 1khz,Star Child's voice th<strong>in</strong>s out, croons down an <strong>in</strong>terstellar phonel<strong>in</strong>e,fa<strong>in</strong>tly, from light years away. It travels gigantiC distances, arriv<strong>in</strong>g from<strong>the</strong> future <strong>in</strong>to '74 to become <strong>the</strong> end of <strong>the</strong> track: 'Light years <strong>in</strong> time,ahead of our time/ Free your m<strong>in</strong>d, come fly , with me.' The M<strong>in</strong>iMoog'sastralized trails syn<strong>the</strong>size sensations of yearn<strong>in</strong>g and wonder. The starsare so high and you are so small. Stay as you are.The Afronaut Emerges from AnachronosisP#Funk's connection forward <strong>in</strong> time to <strong>the</strong> Mo<strong>the</strong>rship allows an equala nd opposite connection back <strong>in</strong> time to <strong>the</strong> Pharaonic connection, bothof which converge on <strong>the</strong> present. The pyramids become examples ofancient alien technology which <strong>the</strong> extraterrestrial bro<strong>the</strong>rs 'havereturned to claim'. Funk becomes a secret SCience, a forgottentechnology that 'has been hidden until now'. This <strong>in</strong>formation isbroadcast to 'reco rd<strong>in</strong>g angels', Earth people and all 'citizens of <strong>the</strong>