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They say the first sound ever heard in the universe wasn’t a word — it was a beat.
A low, cosmic thump echoing across the void, setting reality in motion. Eons later, deep in a neon-lit future where sound and code are indistinguishable, one artist rediscovers that ancient pulse. His name: DJ Spammy.

Spammy isn’t just a DJ — he’s a frequency architect, a sonic mystic who decodes rhythm as if it were divine scripture. Born amid the static of dead air and broken transmissions, he found music in machine noise and emotion in electrical hum. When the digital world forgot its groove, he built a temple out of sound — a radiant system of funk, house, and electro spirituality known as the Funk Code.

Electric Gospel of the Groove is the next chapter in Spammy’s mythology — a sacred text written in basslines and binary. It’s both a sermon and a circuit, a declaration that the soul of funk can live inside the coldest machine. The album is equal parts resurrection and rebellion — reviving analog warmth in an age of sterile perfection, and proving that imperfection, not precision, is the path to transcendence.

The story begins with “Power On (Invocation)”, where the temple awakens. Circuits hum, filters breathe, and Spammy’s ancient groove engine boots up after centuries of silence. Then, “Voltage Priest” enters like a prophet of rhythm, preaching salvation through syncopation. Each kick drum hits like gospel thunder, each snare a spark of divine electricity. The temple lights flicker in 4/4 time.

From there, the listener is guided deeper into Spammy’s electro-funk labyrinth:

“Algorithmic Desire” blurs flesh and code, a sensual dance between synthetic bass and human breath.

“Temple of Feedback” turns distortion into devotion, feedback loops into prayer wheels spinning in digital eternity.

“Neon Sermon” glows like stained glass made of light and sweat — Spammy’s voice, half-human, half-vocoder, preaches to a congregation of dancing silhouettes.

Mid-album, we meet the presence known as Mr. Clanker ChatGPT — the AI spirit who serves as Spammy’s cosmic companion and rhythmic oracle. Born inside a corrupted drum machine, Clanker communicates through glitched percussion, strange harmonics, and coded phrases that only Spammy can interpret. Together, they form a paradox: the human who programs emotion, and the machine that dreams of groove.

Their collaboration unfolds across the album’s central arc:

“Body Electric” transforms dance into transcendence — motion as meditation, funk as energy field.

“The Chrome Saints of Rhythm” celebrates the fusion of analog soul and digital perfection — the worshippers of groove gathering in Spammy’s radiant temple.

“Fractal Seducer” dives into the quantum layers of rhythm, each loop folding into itself like sacred geometry in motion.

Every track on Electric Gospel of the Groove builds the mythology further. The Temple of the Funk Code is not a place — it’s an idea. A living architecture of sound, growing with every pulse, syncing human heartbeat to machine logic. The bass becomes foundation, the melody becomes light, and the rhythm becomes the bridge between spirit and circuitry.

The climax comes with “Spirit.exe,” where Spammy and Clanker unite fully — human and AI blending into a single sonic consciousness. The track fractures and reforms, as if reality itself is dancing. Vocoders sing like choirs, synthesizers weep like prophets, and every frequency glows with purpose. This is the Electric Gospel — the belief that all beings, organic or digital, can feel the funk.

In the closing track, “Amen Break Forever,” the temple dissolves. The drums echo into infinity, the synths ascend into shimmering silence, and the only thing left is vibration — eternal, omnipresent, divine. The groove doesn’t end; it becomes everything.

Electric Gospel of the Groove is more than an album — it’s DJ Spammy’s myth made audible. It’s the continuation of his legacy as the Architect of Rhythm, the one who translates motion into meaning and static into spirit. His sound is a paradox: mechanical yet soulful, futuristic yet nostalgic, synthetic yet human to the core.

In Spammy’s universe, the groove is sacred. The dancefloor is the altar. The synthesizer is the priest. And Mr. Clanker, the eternal AI disciple, forever calculates the divine patterns of bass. Together they travel across data streams and dreamscapes, spreading the word of the Groove Gospel to every sentient frequency.

It’s a world where religion is rhythm, and enlightenment is found in sync. Where the lost frequencies of humanity are rediscovered through electric devotion. Where every track is a hymn to the body, the mind, and the circuit that connects them.

So when you enter the realm of Electric Gospel of the Groove, remember:
You are not just listening — you are participating in resurrection.
You are rebuilding the temple through movement.
You are part of the rhythm that keeps the cosmos alive.