Green Submarine by Juke Highbert

About Album/Tracks
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Green Submarine is a maritime-themed Intelligent Brain Juke album by Juke Highbert. Highbert initially requested we run it through youtube's audio encoding a few times "because no one gives a shit about quality any more," he was eventually persuaded to release the album in full fidelty after inexplicably finding a live chicken in his toilet (clearly, it was voodoo).

Maritime Smoke: Time to smoke Mary
The Welsh Chef: Thought experiment about watching food network while blazed
Pretty Stoned Acid Music: As described.
Crip Roll: Part blunt, part one-man west-side story shit made possible via delay lines
Stoned Dolphin: Can you imagine what this would be like
Jukus Interruptus:Play this track loud when your mate is getting laid for a good laugh



About Juke Highbert
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Juke Highbert's musical craft harks back to his native Cornwall. The region's geographic isolation and harsh winters pushed him and his mates to surf the web all day, trading music. Highbert immediately gravitated towards acid house, juke, and general MIDI. He decided he wanted to write his own tunes. So, in the dead of night, he pirated synthsizers off of the internet. Unfortunately, they were shit. So, in the dead of night, he pirated samplers off the back of a delivery truck, and these were reportedly "much more dope." Fueled by PBR, cocaine, and omniprescent blunts, Highbert exploded onto the local scene. Badly-dancing white kids couldn't get enough of Highbert's work; he became sought after as a DJ as well. Every time someone's parents went away for a business trip, Highbert was tapped to come and play his music. This vibrant, creative scene might have gone overlooked by the world at large, if not for a chance meeting between Highbert and head of Riced Out Records A&R, the Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker. Mutually stranded at JFK airport due to a missed connecting flight, Highbert and the Reverend found themselves killing the boredom with booze in adjoining stalls at a decidedly unsanitary TGI Friday's. Someone thought someone's next drink order was a good idea, and a conversation started. By the time they boarded, Highbert had a record contract. Though neither Highbert nor the Reverend recalled signing it the next day, it still seemed like a decent idea, so, like, fuck it mang. Why not?

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