Magnetic Sunshine

Deadlier than Ernst Stavro Blofeld himself, these Men From S.P.E.C.T.R.E. are on a mission more dangerous than anything imagined by Ian Fleming. Their aim? Destroy dancefloors across the globe with their uncontrollable cinematic grooves. Their weapons? Hulking Hammond organs, scorching bongos and fuzzed-out guitars that could soundtrack either an incense-flamed club scene from an Amicus chiller circa ’69, or an international spy flick replete with monstrous henchmen and venomous femme fatales a-go-go. Their hit rate? Groovily lethal 100% of the time. And your job, dear listener? Submit to their villainous demands and let the instrumental atom bombs of Magnetic Sunshine blow you away.