MAGAS, an arhythmic one-man MC-505 Roland ringleader from Chicago, barks out dance commands like a sergeant, accidentally conjuring brilliant beats. At live performances the crowd treats him like a holy curse; his dark, bass-infested groove is a guilty pleasure, and his low, gory vocals the cryptic Word of a higher power. MAGAS punishes accordingly, pointing fingers, forcing audience members to freestyle rap, and commanding the power supply to surge and black out for maximum dynamic infusion. Any idiot can push a bunch of buttons on a fancy synthesizer and make noise, but how many can seriously whip a congregation into shape through sheer... More >>>