Good grief, savage cosmos—there he goes again. Some strange audio beast crawling through the digital underbrush with a head full of acid and a suitcase full of vinyl. Fifteen years this sonic deviant has been terrorizing dance floors from Ibiza to Black Rock City with his peculiar brand of audio hallucination they call "techno." The man is EVERYWHERE—one weekend serving dark, hypnotic soundscapes at Panorama Bar alongside Gerry Reed, the next in Brazil at Warung Beach with Sasha and Renato Ratier while beautiful mutants writhe in the sand. And then there's Burning Man—SWEET SAVAGE INFINITY—where he conducts symphonies of synthetic noise from the Mayan Warrior for dust-covered freaks receiving transmissions from another dimension. AND MAYBE THEY ARE. This is not a man playing records. This is a shaman conducting mass exorcisms through frequency manipulation. A renegade physicist exploring the relationship between sound waves and human consciousness. He shows no signs of stopping.