Funkymix Collection Apr 2026

Every volume is curated by a rotating cast of "Mix Masters"—people who don't just play records, but sculpt energy. They understand the art of the tension-and-release, the three-minute fakeout ending, the key-change that feels like the sun breaking through clouds at 4 AM. You can hear a FUNKYMIX record before you even drop the needle. The aesthetic is unmistakable: Glitch-chrome futurism meets 70s exploitation film poster.

features the legendary crate-digger DJ Static Wax , whose 45-minute journey through Ethiopian soul and New Orleans bounce remains a touchstone for anyone who claims to "know" rare funk. Volume 4 sees the debut of The Phantom Horns (a session trio from Detroit who refuse to show their faces, only their blistering brass arrangements). By Volume 7 , we introduced the world to Synthea —a Japanese producer who builds entire tracks using only the sound of a malfunctioning drum machine and her own whispered counting.

You will hear disco, yes. But it’s the disco that lives in a broken-down warehouse, not a crystal chandelier. You will hear hip-hop, but only the dusty, boom-bap kind that samples a jazz flautist who was slightly out of tune. You will hear Afrobeat, but twisted through a dub siren. You will hear techno, but with a walking bassline. We call this sound Cross-Genre Gumbo —a slow-simmered, spicy stew where no single ingredient overpowers the others. FUNKYMIX COLLECTION

Let the funk find you.

So, put on your headphones. Or better yet, find a pair of blown-out speakers. Turn the volume to just before the point of distortion. Press play on any volume, at any point, in any order. Every volume is curated by a rotating cast

The rule? If it makes your shoulders move involuntarily, it belongs in the collection. If it makes a stranger across the room nod at you in knowing recognition, it belongs in the collection. If it has a cowbell that isn't ironic, a clavinet that sounds like it's sweating, or a hi-hat pattern that swings like a pendulum in a hurricane— The Artists & The Architects The collection is not the work of a single ghost. It is a constellation of freaks, geeks, and groove merchants.

It is chaotic. It is loud. It is funky . By Volume 7 , we introduced the world

Keep it loose. Keep it greasy. Keep it mixed. Now available on limited 180g magenta splatter vinyl, high-bias chrome cassette, and lossless digital. For the true believer: Volume 44 ("The Ghost of Meters Past") drops on the next full moon. Do not sleep.

Enter the collectors. The diggers. The DJs who believed that a 1973 B-side from Ohio could sit perfectly next to a 2024 lo-fi house cut from Osaka, as long as the feel was right. FUNKYMIX was their secret handshake. What started as a series of cassette tapes—passed hand-to-hand at after-hours spots and underground record fairs—quickly became a movement. Each mix was a puzzle box: a frantic, four-on-the-floor heartbeat layered with psych-rock guitar stabs, Latin percussion rolls, squelching Moog synthesizers, and vocals chopped so fine they became their own instrument. The core tenet of the FUNKYMIX COLLECTION is simple: Funk is not a genre. It is a frequency.