I felt the earth give way beneath me. Still don't know what went wrong. Fell 11,000 stories to my death. And when I hit the pavement, it cracked, and fell again-- this time out of the sky. "What went wrong?" I heard voices transmit from the other side. "I don't feel well," I said back. Realized gravity had been altered and continued my collapse, now toward the sun.

They say there's a bright light at the end of a tunnel when you die, and that you're helplessly sucked toward it until you become a part of it. It's not like that, though. It's all psychedelic imagery. Millions of colors that fade together, everything glowing blinding neon shades of primaries. And you fall, but slowly, like sinking in water.

Okay, I admit it. I don't know a fucking thing about death. You probably just die and start rotting. Probably nothing spiritual about it. But if there were some kind of bizarre, psychedelic journey into the afterlife, Mocean Worker's Home Movies From The Brainforest would undoubtedly make a great soundtrack.

Totally jazz-o-matic, Mocean Worker's created a work of art that seems at once etherial and mundane-- an all electronic drum-n-bass frenzy whose stop/ start breakbeats, thumpety b-lines and delay- happy synth noises come together to form an unstoppable rhythm machine that's relentless its attack.

From Mocean's Miles Davis- influenced "The Mission" and beautiful trip- hop medley "Summertime/ I Feel Like A Motherless Child" to the vibraphonic surround of "Son of Slam" and the psychotic closer, "Snakestheme," this guy never lets up.

As pretentious of an album title as Home Movies From The Brainforest is, the music within is worth the embarrassment of owning a record bearing that name. As far as drum-n-bass goes, you'd be hard pressed to find anything this damn cool, even while searching through the catalogs of such esteemed labels as Astralwerks and Ninja Tune. So if your horoscope mentioned something about true love being just around the corner, I should let you know it's waiting at your local record store.

-Ryan Schreiber