Funki Porcini
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Funki Porcini, of these twists of the London zenville, is somewhat of a herald. But more than a Master Geppetto, he seems like a seasoned groover flaunting the best stage quirks. His ability to extract the entire tricknology from the recording studio from his trunk is certainly that of a consummate fantasist.
The predisposition to juggle with the sounds, the timbres, and the colors of musical fabrics is due to a mocking and humorous spirit, a master of ceremonies of great class.
His dub curls, his jazz eyelashes, his drum and bass makeup serve to shape a very mobile mask; when he pulls out his little orchestras in the attic like colorful confetti, we all howl.
Because his ability in rhythmic makeup is truly astonishing: the tracks he shapes stretch and contract at will, rustling through space like hourglasses.

So a great main player, our Funki Porcini, because he has memorized the script of rhythms and for him it makes no difference the mix of funky and jungle, as he plays the uneven sounds with creativity.
The slackliness of the tracks is commendable: Funki Porcini hybridizes the sound with sur classe bending it to the scratching nature of his own temperament.
Thus, his drum and bass are eons away from the roaring ones of Goldie or the suburban ones of Krust and are admirably close to how Ornette Coleman with bucket and spade would have harnessed it.
Thus, his dubs are so bogarted that they make Caribbean ganja smokers look like Viennese ladies with cigarette holders, and his jazz petticoats are as torn as they were in the slums of Watts, Los Angeles, in the Forties of the last century.

His entire magnum opus is crammed with these garments, on and off each other in a whirlwind like a brilliant Arturo Brachetti of breakbeat. And when he presents himself to the spotlights, once the mascara and the flamboyant colors of the mise en scene are wiped off, the audience applauds and always asks for an encore.
And so do we, without any doubt: because his art, even if playful and childlike, is a sign of great intellect and bad manners.