Bruno Tonisi
Sensational Conversations
Lugar Alto
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2025
LP
27.99
LA-008
Edition of 300 copies
Estimated shipping on Jul 11th 2025
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Tracklist
1"Yo, We Had An Earthquake Over Here Today Too" 15:22
2"…And On The Flipside, I Don’t Even Do What I Want To Do!" 15:09

Brazil’s Lugar Alto label follow that genius DJ Ramon Sucesso LP with a deeply weird slab of unclassifiable madness from the margins, in which Brazilian sound artist Bruno Tonisi engages in a sort of long-distance exchange with legendary New York rapper and producer Sensational. It captures a phantasmagoric dialogue between two artists who have never met and who don’t speak the same language, finding their own mode of communication like some spectral fantasy featuring Wanda Group and Klein casting spells on DJ Screw - waves of squashed dub, gloopy rhythms and mystical sound poetry swirling into the aether.

What began as a fan reaching out to a hero would eventually turn into this deeply weird and unconventional record where rapper/producer Sensational is a mutable presence, variously torn up and smeared all over discombobulated grooves and buckled geometries. The pair toe the finest line of screwed and rugged as heck, trading every passage of elusive psychedelia for a bit of neck-snap drums, spectral dub and shortwave disturbances that imagine the GRM if it were relocated to an NYC basement in the early 1980’s.

Sensational sticks to those crookedest steez that have seen him work with everyone from Bill Laswell, Spectre, Madteo and countless others since ’93. Thirty years later, he’s still a fiercely individual creative spirit, a perfect foil for Tonisi’s supremely twisted production as the duo play snakes & ladders with a sampler and FX, rolling the dice on rudely short-circuited styles that come to resonate with the kind of choppy crankiness you might get from a DJ Spanish Fly mixtape chewed up by an over-eager tape deck.

Attempting to fully decipher the session is a fool’s errand, but it’s a rare pleasure to try and follow their combined logic, transcending the sum of its parts in a persistently amorphous trip that’s as disassociating as a heavy K-hole, but also lit up with fleeting moments of clarity, vertiginous drop-outs and deeply weird, psychoacoustic space, jumping in and out of the box in a mode that feels wickedly disorienting, always compelling.