A fascinating delve into the bizarre and brilliant world of Jeremiah Yisrael and the disco funk treasures of Tap Records. ll let it rot before I let them take my shit. Jeremiah Yisrael. Forty-seven tapes, reams of sheet music, copyright forms, membership applications for The Brotherhood of Wisdom, two flaking acetates, three moldy 12; singles, and a script for the still-unfilmed motion picture Angel Dust. We stuffed it all into four supermarket fruit boxes, jammed them in the back of a rented... Read more >>

A fascinating delve into the bizarre and brilliant world of Jeremiah Yisrael and the disco funk treasures of Tap Records. ll let it rot before I let them take my shit. Jeremiah Yisrael. Forty-seven tapes, reams of sheet music, copyright forms, membership applications for The Brotherhood of Wisdom, two flaking acetates, three moldy 12; singles, and a script for the still-unfilmed motion picture Angel Dust. We stuffed it all into four supermarket fruit boxes, jammed them in the back of a rented Chrysler Town & Country, and tore-ass out of Nathaniel Jeremiah Ben Yisrael's driveway, making a getaway that simultaneously spit us right back at the most bizarre recorded mystery we ever encountered.