There’s [a] groove building in the air, and we’re expecting the Mothership to join us … Say hello to Galactic Funk Militia, a rag-tag gang of soldiers of the beat. There was very nearly a battalion of them, 11 altogether, dressed in combats, and many are armed to the teeth with heavy brass instrumentation. The first song was driven by the brass, including the enthusiastic and exuberant use of that most glorious of funk enhancers, the bass saxophone. There were rappers, call-to-arms vocals, screaming psychedelic guitars, and an incredible drummer. Proper downright dirty sounds, played in a proper downright dirty manner.