this is the story of T.C.M.
A band of producers from a far-off galaxy
Where dancing is against all cosmic and computer laws
Where people are being exterminated for going out of their minds
But they escaped.
And for a thousand lightyears they travelled through the entire solar system
Looking for a space to explore new ways of movement.
New ear-blowing hyperforming sounds
And new ways of extravagant expression
Now, they're here
Millions of miles away from their native planet
Ready to rock this nation
The world-team is on the tables
The mixes will be fast, furious, and funky
So get ready...
For a new psychodynamic mix of future funk and cosmic beats, and dig these new forms of new-house explosion
And remember, the mothership has landed
Total black-out has begun

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