Funkymix - Collection

Keep it loose. Keep it greasy. Keep it mixed. Now available on limited 180g magenta splatter vinyl, high-bias chrome cassette, and lossless digital. For the true believer: Volume 44 ("The Ghost of Meters Past") drops on the next full moon. Do not sleep.

The rule? If it makes your shoulders move involuntarily, it belongs in the collection. If it makes a stranger across the room nod at you in knowing recognition, it belongs in the collection. If it has a cowbell that isn't ironic, a clavinet that sounds like it's sweating, or a hi-hat pattern that swings like a pendulum in a hurricane— The Artists & The Architects The collection is not the work of a single ghost. It is a constellation of freaks, geeks, and groove merchants. FUNKYMIX COLLECTION

Past showcases have included a surprise set by a 74-year-old former session bassist who hadn't played in public since 1982, a dance-off judged by a man in a gorilla mask, and a moment of absolute silence followed by a single, perfect snare hit that made the entire room gasp. The FUNKYMIX COLLECTION is also a community. We publish a quarterly zine called The Pocket —100 pages of interviews with obscure session musicians, reviews of reissues you never knew you needed, and columns on the proper way to splice tape. We host "Crate Digger's Mass" on the first Sunday of every month at various record stores: a non-denominational gathering where you bring one record that changed your life and play 30 seconds of it for the congregation. Join the Movement The world is full of algorithms trying to predict what you want to hear next. The FUNKYMIX COLLECTION is the opposite. It is the thrill of the unpredictable. It is the joy of hearing a sound you cannot name, played by an artist you cannot find on Wikipedia, at a tempo that defies every DJ software on the market. Keep it loose

Enter the collectors. The diggers. The DJs who believed that a 1973 B-side from Ohio could sit perfectly next to a 2024 lo-fi house cut from Osaka, as long as the feel was right. FUNKYMIX was their secret handshake. What started as a series of cassette tapes—passed hand-to-hand at after-hours spots and underground record fairs—quickly became a movement. Each mix was a puzzle box: a frantic, four-on-the-floor heartbeat layered with psych-rock guitar stabs, Latin percussion rolls, squelching Moog synthesizers, and vocals chopped so fine they became their own instrument. The core tenet of the FUNKYMIX COLLECTION is simple: Funk is not a genre. It is a frequency. Now available on limited 180g magenta splatter vinyl,

Let the funk find you.