STARRING KERMIT LEVERIDGE, EVM128 & THE REYNOLDS
FEATURING BB. JAMES (LEAD VOCAL 'GIVE IT AWAY')

Uplifting, life-affirming, and perfectly timed for the summer months - cobbled together, Heath Robinson stylee, more by serendipity than design, into a coherent whole by DJ / Producer Greg Wilson. Most of the tracks featured are by Blind Arcade (Kermit Leveridge & EVM128), either existing demos or works in progress, but the mixtape is also peppered with half-a-dozen GW edits, lyrically laced to bubble the Super Weird stew – the constant presence, and main ingredient, being Kermit, for it's his inspirational tale of faith and redemption at the very core of this morphogenetic mixtape. Following on from the Ruthless Rap Assassins and Black Grape, we believe that this is his greatest musical odyssey, drawing from the deep wells of his own mythos and logos. There were 3 frontmen in the Rap Assassins, 2 in Black Grape, but now, for the first time, Kermit steps to the fore – no longer to be described by such a limited term as 'rapper', but as a sabre-skilled vocal chameleon, his shades and depths ranging from wise old soul to lovestruck adolescent, invoking his many I's as a cast of compelling characters, both comic book and close–up personal, whilst, in trickster tradition, keeping us on our toes, not knowing what to expect next.

Let me take you by the hand
So you know what's going on
Let me take you step by step 
On a journey that won't take too long
Come let me show you
Reality is not what it seems
It's all a construct
And what you see might not be real

Kermit Leveridge – The Construct

Accompanying blog post (inclusive of tracklisting):
http://www.gregwilson.co.uk/2014/06/blind-arcade-meets-super-weird-substance-in-the-morphogenetic-field/

Check out our Super Weird sounds at: https://superweirdsubstance.bandcamp.com

Interview re Super Weird Substance:
http://thepool-london.com/loop/greg-wilson-qa-on-blind-arcade-meets-super-weird-substance-in-the-morphogenetic-field.html

Thanks to all who contributed to the various stages of recording – Blind Arcade’s Kermit Leveridge & EVM128, of course, studio engineer Derek Kaye, singers BB. James, Amy Wilson, Katherine Reynolds, Carmel Reynolds and Tracey Carmen, trumpeter Kevin G. Davey, saxophonist Marc Rockwood, special guest vocalists Howard Marks and MC Tunes, plus Martin Foster, Ollie Miles, Ché Wilson, Sam Heller, Alexis Billington and Asha Billington, who also leant a hand along the way. It’s wonderful what spells we can muster when our magic is combined.

Links:
https://soundcloud.com/super-weird-substance
www.superweirdsubstance.com
https://www.facebook.com/SuperWeirdSubstance
www.kermitleveridge.co.uk 
http://evm128.com
https://www.gregwilson.co.uk

Blind Arcade Meets Super Weird Substance In The Morphogenetic Field (Greg Wilson Mixtape)

Took a Trip to 1xtra with dubzy to do a fresh freestyle for my boy Dj Cameo! Snazz

1st & 2nd Instrumental Prod. by Hekkerz
3rd (Final)Instrumental Prod. by Dubzy 



#GimmeGrime - Eyez & Dubzy freestyle on 1Xtra

Another fantastic collaboration by Leeds based artists back in the day. Featuring Clifford Hughes, John McCallum, Steve Brown, Roy Johnson, Danisha Brown, Jon Burr, Graham Maynard, Kenneth Higgins and many many many more

Helping Hands Remix by Roy Johnson

Reeko Squeeze BRB

Live Album recorded at The Hifi Club September 2009 with special guests 

03 Come My Way

I WANT YOU BACK Feat Jason Rae

STARRING KERMIT LEVERIDGE & THE REYNOLDS
ADDITIONAL VOCALS: THE REVEREND CLEVE FRECKLETON & TRACEY CARMEN
 
More about the project: http://www.superweirdsubstance.com/alan-moore-mandrill-meets-super-weird-substance-arts-lab-apocalypse  
 
Obey the Mandrill: www.facebook.com/mandrillifesto

Mandrillifesto words by Alan Moore.

Big thanks to: Josh Ray, Ché Wilson, Derek Kaye, Joe Brown, James Mellor, Dominic Mandrell, Marcus Hislop, The Arts Lab Northampton.
 
Artwork by Pete Fowler
 
2017
 
COMETH THE MOMENT, COMETH THE MANDRILL

In times of national demise, speaking historically,
the mulch of crumpled dream and culture is a laboratory,
that breeds outrageous saviours and monsters without warning; 
Cromwell, Hitler, Joseph Stalin, Jeremy Corbyn – 
emerging from a broken world to find a hole they can fill,
cometh the moment; cometh the Mandrill.

This greed and gore emporium is not how life was meant to be,
with franchises and fads reheated from a previous century,
and nothing new, a neutered future on the retro record deck,
that’s stuck and endlessly repeating in a firebombed discotheque. 
Your TV’s in a coma and you can’t get it to wake up.
What you need is a dictatorial baboon in makeup.

Overstated, aggravated and horrifically mutated,
here to see that you’re berated. What’s the last thing you created?
All those logos on your raiment, brand-name badges of enslavement,
drip-fed passive entertainment. Was this your intended statement?
When you have nowhere left to stand you'll have to take one.
If there’s no culture in the land then you must make one. 
Psychopathic, charismatic, I could go on but don’t need to:
as the higher primate it’s my long-awaited fate to lead you.
You have no choice but me, so please do not suggest so.
Hear now the poetry of my Mandrillifesto!

The light of burning corporations will repaint the sky in grenadine. 
There’ll be billions of banners and Art Nouveau butterfly bombers like this world has never seen before. 
We’ll march on ugliness and stupidity. 
We’ll make loveliness compulsory.

And the roar of our orchestra engines will soar evermore in a glorious annihilating symphony, for the tyranny of beauty is our God-given duty. 
Every child at birth is to be issued with a ukulele, 
given their own flag and granted absolute and utter sovereignty, 
and so long as it’s coloured in nicely and has an old woman on, make their own currency. And we’ll turn every urban address into a dripping Rousseau wilderness, and we’ll keep advancing until there’s nobody not dancing.

We’ll put politics in the pillory,
put the art back in artillery.
We can weaponise wonder
and our voice shall be as thunder.

From times of national demise arise new apes like me, 
with, in our leopard-scaring eyes, manifest destiny. 
I’ll lead you to a fluorescent utopia if you’ll let me: 
love me, worship me, obey me – but never pet me. 
If we can’t build a future then we’ll be its human landfill. So…
Cometh the moment, cometh the Mandrill. 
(Repeat until indoctrinated)

MISSING YOU

Rev Chunky