Name a tough guy. Ali. T-Rex. Eastwood. Spartacus. They beat you on the outside. Jenraytor beats you on the inside. He sticks you and he moves you. He operates on frequencies that cleave your soul from your body with a synthesized shot of electronic adrenaline delivered straight to your primal urge. He cross-pollinates house tones and cascading synth lines cooked up in an stereo lab that puts a deep hook in you and slingshots you into unnamed atmospheres. You're a space monkey traveling at the speed of Jenraytor's sensation-driven soundtrack. And the thing is: you want to be.

But how did he do it? How did he bring the Singularity one step closer while leaving you powerless to resist? Jenraytor is a master of high calorie consensual baroque house disco. He's an apex predator laying low while carefully piecing together influences from Noam Chomsky to Johann Pachelbel, from Karlheinz Stockhausen to Jean Michel Jarre. You won't find his PhD in Mesmerism and Electronica Delivery on a wall, he's got legions of fans to prove he's got the goods.

They've asked where he's from, and he will tell them he's from Jamaica - but they don't know if that's in the Caribbean or New York. They know he travels constantly but his name never appears on a ship's manifest. He hates to fly. He's elusive but he always answers fan mail. You'll find him online and in the Collective Unconscious.

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