Speaker Damage

"Speaker Damage" is comprised of DJ's SP1 & Pharoah. Both have been heavily involved in the underground dance scene for decades. Every recording By Speaker Damage is done using 4 decks and is a spontaneous invention.  Neither DJ has any preconceived tracks or direction in mind. This is the reasoning behind the name "Musical Mandala". Much like the Tibetan Monks who spend years painstakingly making intricate mandala's by dropping small streams of different colored sand from their hands, only to wipe the canvas clean the moment they finish, SP1 & Pharoah use the music they have gathered over decades to create these special mixes. Each mix is only played once and it is a true spontaneous invention, never to be played again but recorded for prosperity's sake.

Speaker Damage “Musical Mandala Vol. 1"

"Speaker Damage" is comprised of DJ's SP1 & Pharoah. Every recording By Speaker Damage is done using 4 decks and is a spontaneous invention.  Neither DJ has any preconceived tracks or direction in mind. This is the reasoning behind the name "Musical Mandala". Much like the Tibetan Monks who spend years painstakingly making intricate mandala's by dropping small streams of different colored sand from their hands, only to wipe the canvas clean the moment they finish, SP1 & Pharoah use the music they have gathered over decades to create these special mixes. Each mix is only played once and it is a true spontaneous invention, never to be played again but recorded for prosperity's sake.

Speaker Damage "Musical Mandala Vol. 2"

Todd Pharoah aka Pharoah aka SuperNode  came to be in this modern-day and age from his humble beginnings as a vinyl shaman from the secretive land of misfit toys many decades ago. He and all the other rejected souls that were shamelessly cast from the everyday world would congregate every weekend with sonic rituals in dusty dark warehouses, abandoned buildings or anywhere else the broken souls could gather en mass to celebrate without the persecution of those that cast them out of society. While everyone in the real world slept, they would dance together throughout the night until the sun touched the early morning hours. In those days the music that moved them was vivid and dynamic. Completely original soundscapes that would make you forget everything for that moment as you lost yourself in the song as if you were on some unknown aural narcotic. Unfortunately, this hidden paradise was mistakenly discovered by the ones who had discarded the misfit toys in the first place and they were astonished by the wonder and power of this beautiful place the so-called miscreants had created for themselves. Eventually, they started infesting the discarded souls gatherings, hiding in the shadows yearning for the love and happiness they saw in the eyes of all the broken souls. Over time as more and more of the shadowy people slithered their way into this utopian tribe's celebrations, the misfit toys felt an emptiness eating its way through the very fiber of their sanctimonious society and in turn their souls. Before you knew it the passion that once resided in everyone's eyes at these sonic spiritual quests slowly faded into a dull look of UHF static. The misfit toys began to forget why they were there? What were they celebrating? Why was their weekly soul-feeding soiree's becoming more of a burden than a blessing? As the time bore on fewer and fewer of the enlightened would gather together until the shadowy people had splintered the once flourishing tribe once again banishing it from the world it had created to deal with the pains of their beliefs & circumstances. That was about the time our hero, or villain depending who you are talking too, disappeared from all his normal local haunts and happenings. As the scene slowly crumbled into oblivion Supernode traveled the world looking for the vibrations that once filled the listening windows of his being. In his vast travels, he found small isolated underground tribes scattered across the land that also yearned for the return of the sacred rhythms that once unified their consciousness and soul. After decades of traveling this tiny blue marble, One morning he woke with a brilliant moment of clarity. He knew what his destiny was as if touched by the gods themselves. He was to bring the color back into the world of the now monochromatic hiss that today's music had become. To create music that awakens the ears of the masses to the vivid and dramatic music that the vinyl shamans would bless us with so many lifetimes ago. He would become the villain or Arch- Angel of what is considered popular underground music. Genre mattered not as long as it moved their mind, body or soul. So began his quest to unify all the tribes once more through his music. And such is the story of his rebirth as "Supernode" A Sonic hero for us all.