BMB aka Spacekid

As a kid, I've started playing records on my dad's old stereo chain, or taping stuff from radio, searching for broadcasting stations only.
It was my pleasure, my beathe of fresh air, often simply to chase clouds away and mind travel in new and different places.

Music always brought me elsewhere, everywhere, and every path was different from each other, and every difference gave more and more nuances to an emotional palette that I still carry on to this day, when as a grown-ass man still trip off sounds.

This said, let me tell you about the last trip I took. I've been on an stellar plane departing from a flat in Saint Petersburg, off Nevsky Prospekt, a stone from Los Angeles and its Valley, through Orion and Saturn Rings. Chillin' in sunny deeper space alongside captain BMB, alias Beatmakerbeat, otherwise called the Space Kid, who else? I've enjoyed the new vessel from the Soulection fleet. A robotic jazzy soul futuristic George Jetson crazy joint, as that man Craig Mack would say.

A pleasant trip, in full ease, at light speed -much calmer than neutrins one- on sweet synths and unquantized drums, all over sonic textures that can somehow remind you of this or that, but neither of, in the end, giving the joy to jam on Uranus and bob your head to it.

Brilliant take off, amazing cruise, pretty smooth landing.
Take your ticket here below and let us know.

Out like stardust.