Madlib’s sibling slices up more smoked Turkey slabs than Pepperidge Farm, administering a tryptophan-rich heap of eastern-European cold cuts, the likes of which would make Dom DeLuise blush – or comatose [note: He’s actually still alive].  Greece, Italy, and Lebanon also get the treatment, resulting in a pastiche of rarities more diffi cult to anticipate than the butterfly effect (the theory, not the movie), yet it remains cohesive. Oh No certainly has the cumulative body in mind, generally opting to transfuse his selections with healthy rhythm cells, rather than altogether transform them. Most of the samples employed are likely esoteric to all but international rare groove sleuths save Turkish folk-rock-funkpsych-fucking amazing artist, Selda, whose mid-’70s catalog recently saw some light courtesy of UK label Finders Keepers.

Lauren “Folklore” Cone