Eight years have passed since Cherrystones stayed true to his Word and compiled the sympathetic sounds of the psychedelic ghetto. We’ve reached Critical Mass and we need to wipe the slate clean. Cherrystones tunes us in to fourteen groups separated by locale but united by a restless urge to create on their own terms. From Rizzo’s nihilistic Moogie-boogie to a pre-teen Chandra’s isolated no-wave. Through Dojoji’s Downtown-via-Lagos punk-funk and Fote’s dark, industrial groove, Critical Mass presents a snapshot of an international underground enthralled with the possibility of the new. “This compilation was put together through records I was enjoying at that time – loose chips, fragmented discoveries, random punts and the true excitement from that hit of “What the fuck is that?!” It is an exercise in the good and the rad – solid jams from all corners of the world. A veritable platter to switch on the uninitiated or those who hear and feel the truth – it is not an exercise in rarity to make people feel alienated. I know what I feel and I hear the messages and feel the vibrations in these very songs – as will you if you allow them to” Cherrystones 2015.