Clusterfunk

by OGRE

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Clusterfunk channels the musical aesthetics of 1980's funk and combines them with a modern musical fidelity. Produced with a variety of vintage drum machines, analogue and digital synths, Clusterfunk is an exploration of groove, syncopation and rhythmic anomalies - a journey down a musical road less travelled, inspired by the electro-swung rhythms of yester-decades.

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released October 7, 2013

All tracks composed, recorded and engineered by Robin Ogden AKA www.twitter.com/ogresounds

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OGRE UK

Composer & Sound Designer for games and visual media.

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Track Name: Bodybeat
Shuffle your feet to the bodybeat,
No stress, no less, yo it's hard to beat.
Bump your chest to the bodybeat,
No rest, complex, just feel the heat.
Shake your head to the bodybeat,
Jump red, bump heads and breathe the beat.
Raise your hands to the bodybeat,
No plans, just stand and rock the beat.

Pumping heart rate don't break the rhythm
No time to jive now the beat has risen.
Rock your body from left to right,
Don't fight it, see where the light is bright.
Night time to dance, raise up your hands electric,
Move concentric, don't break neck, check it, wreck it,
Feel the locus, adrenaline and driven focus.

Shuffle your feet to the bodybeat,
No stress, no less, yo it's hard to beat.
Bump your chest to the bodybeat,
No rest, complex, just feel the heat.
Shake your head to the bodybeat,
Jump red, bump heads and breathe the beat.
Raise your hands to the bodybeat,
No plans, just stand and rock the beat.

So pump up the volume and raise the roof,
The floor is rippling ain't that the truth?
The beat house rules, we deck both fools and jokers
(Not only groove smokers).
On a beat based trip, true grit hit,
Vibin', still surviving, the beat still driving to its destination:
Every man, woman and child all over the nation.