<p> </p><p>A post title which probably leaves most of you with no clue what this will be about. Just one week I would have been in the same position. But thanks to the world wide web I’m an experience richer, because I have listened to an album called ‘ A Sufi And A Killer‘ by a guy with immense dreadlocks called Gonjasufi. Sumach, Gonjasufi’s birth name, signed to Warp Records lives in Mojave Desert, but claims to barely visit the Las Vegas strip. He was addicted to drugs, but his strong spiritual side helped him to change his addiction to yoga and the love for his kids.</p><p>For me, an observer who first heard his music, then the story, the whole package makes sense. When I first heard ‘A Sufi And A Killer‘, I didn’t quite now whether this is just an other psychedelic album recorded on an acid trip, or if these strange sentiments that touched me, without being able to explain to myself why I was touched, come from something deeper. Now I know that there is something way deeper to it and these songs, which breath of Gonjasufi’s incredible voice and the fantastic productions ( every track beholds something unexpected coming from this planet.</p><p>The Quietus ( click to read whole interview) has more useful information, information that make you finally understand the post title.</p><p>Sumach says here that he’d be “a dangerous man” without music; that writing is for him “a vehicle to channel all this frustration and pain”. As such the album serves as a window into the two contrasting personalities fighting for possession of Sumach’s soul: the Killer on the one hand, the Sufi on the other.</p>
