a fascinating delve into the bizarre and brilliant world of jeremiah yisrael and the disco funk treasures of tap records. i ll let it rot before i let them take my shit. – jeremiah yisrael forty seven tapes, reams of sheet music, copyright forms, membership applications for the brotherhood of wisdom, two flaking acetates, three moldy 12inch singles, and a script for the still unfilmed motion picture angel dust. we stuffed it all into four supermarket fruit boxes, jammed them in the back of a rented chrysler town & country, and tore ass out of nathaniel jeremiah ben yisraels driveway, making a getaway that simultaneously spit us right back at the most bizarre recorded mystery we d ev
