Influences: Bogdan Raczynski

"In 1999, during a particular bus tour with Aphex, Squarepusher, Russell Haswell, Cylob, DMX Krew, Ovuca, and Wallace, I had a shitty, brown, wool coat. It must've fucking smelled like piss. Who the fuck wears wool on tour? But I was blissfully mired in some kind of lucid haze, conscious yet on autopilot. Like a pig in mud."

Influences: Bogdan Raczynski

"In 1999, during a particular bus tour with Aphex, Squarepusher, Russell Haswell, Cylob, DMX Krew, Ovuca, and Wallace, I had a shitty, brown, wool coat. It must've fucking smelled like piss. Who the fuck wears wool on tour? But I was blissfully mired in some kind of lucid haze, conscious yet on autopilot. Like a pig in mud."

There is a degree of mystery surrounding the character of Bogdan Raczynski, a producer who has been championed over the years, most prominently by Aphex Twin, having released several times on his Rephlex label.There is a tall tale told that the pair met whilst Bogdan was sleeping rough in Tokyo. However, whether there is any truth to this is up for debate. What we can say is that during the late nineties and noughties he was responsible for a fast paced string of releases amidst the Braindance genre, a forward thinking figurehead for the sound which helped carve a niche for his own career. He later went on to collaborate with the likes of Bjork, releasing music on Warp alongside Autechre. 

This month marks the release of a new collection of music, ‘Rave ‘Till You Cry’, from Bogdan Raczynski, rediscovered by Disciples Records. A body of sound which offers a rare insight into a world of abstract thinking and experimental chaos. Bogdan tells a story of mad, happy times amidst which this record was recorded. 

"In 1999, during a particular bus tour with Aphex, Squarepusher, Russell Haswell, Cylob, DMX Krew, Ovuca, and Wallace, I had a shitty, brown, wool coat. It must've fucking smelled like piss. Who the fuck wears wool on tour? But I was blissfully mired in some kind of lucid haze, conscious yet on autopilot. Like a pig in mud.
 
More mysteriously, they let me stay on the bus. I was Perce Blackborow, that Welsh sailor who stowed away on Shackleton's failed attempt to reach the South Pole. Somehow, I'd blagged my way on board but fuck if I knew what I was doing or where I was going.
 
I do remember gigs and alcohol and going absolutely fucking mental on the energy steaming off of the dancefloor. It never got old. My existence was like some kind of extended out of body experience. To this day when the trifecta of early morning, cold blast of air as you exit the venue, and smoke enter my senses I temporarily exit, like rave PTSD.
 
There's a popular trope in movies where a young somebody unearths a dusty, long-gone nobody. When some kind folks asked about doing this Disciples thing I was bemused. It is less to do with humility than a self-assessed impostor syndrome that I wonder how I've been able to squeeze my way in, again."


Pre order the new album, ‘Rave ‘Till You Cry’ HERE

Laff Attack Rappin' & Goofin'

I'll never know what possessed me to buy this on tape at the ripe age of 10. There was a palpable anticipation and uncertainty about what the fuck was going to come out of the speakers. Listen to Doug E. Fresh & MC Ricky D in particular and imagine a 10 year old Polish immigrant living in the midwest, hearing this completely different world for the first time. I think what struck me most was the humour. It was my musical coming out of the closet moment.

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