MP3 Mother Flux - Divine Day Formula

Like a soul ripped from its body, transforming into a thousand fireflies, disappearing into the clouds, then falling down as raindrops or...Rock and Roll: You know, the avalanche kind.

17 MP3 Songs
ROCK: Modern Rock, ROCK: Progressive Rock



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METHOD MAN BROUGHT THE PAIN.
BILL CLINTON FELT THE PAIN.
MOTHER FLUX HEALS YOUR PAIN.

Mother Flux formed in New York City as a rock power trio by songwriter-guitarist John Madera with three goals in mind. First, to create energetic music fusing rock, funk, and noise. Second, to hit all the dives with songs, extended improvisations, and poetry that bordered on invocations of holy spirits. And finally, release an album of original music that rocks the head and shakes the rump.

Mother Fluxâs music easily fits in shuffle play with the likes of The Mars Volta, Rainer Maria, Sparta, and Built To Spill along with the Foo Fighters, Queens of the Stone Age, Janeâs Addiction, and the Smashing Pumpkins, while segueing seamlessly into Godzilla rock like Hendrix, Led Zeppelin, and Black Sabbath. They serve a mixed drink of Seattle grudge music, Sixties freakflag flying, heart-on-sleeve ballads, New York Noise, and machines making love.

Award-winning poet John Maderaâs credits include playing with John Legendâs keyboardist Chris Rob, DâAngeloâs touring guitarist Jef Lee Johnson, Dub Trioâs Stu Brooks, My Brightest Diamondâs Shara Worden, Dub Affair and Noirkestraâs Benoir, Bogs Visionary Orchestraâs Alex Talavera, Poet Sage Sipp, Victor Wooten's drummers J.D. Blair and Derico Watson, and Indian classical music violinist Ganesh Prasad. John is equally adept at guitar, voice, bass, and drums and counts Prince, Stevie Wonder, and Dave Grohl as multi-instrumentalist paragons. His soloing is an amalgam of the caterwaul shrieks of Vernon Reid and Sonny Sharrock, the layered terraces of Mahavishu Orchestraâs John McLaughlin, and the searing blues of Jimi Hendrix, or at least he thinks so. A schoolteacher from the West Coast, who moonlights as a rockabilly punk, said John's vocals sound like a cross between the Dead Kennedyâs Jello Biafra and Sleater-Kinneyâs Corin Tucker. Huh? Must be that excessive melisma thing going on.

Hereâs a story about Mother Flux:
Spinning the dial of the Radiohead, the Talking Heads pour some Cream into a Buckethead. Jimi screams about his Bad Brains then coughs up a Fishbone in Living Colour. A Public Enemy spreads Pearl Jam on some Stones rolling into Muddy Waters. The Police are called and frisk the Innocent Criminals. Doctor Funkenstein and Doctor Feelgood talk about The Cure for Janeâs Addiction because she still runs to her Chemical Brothers. Stepping on the shoulders of Beatles they still sink in Quicksand. Sonic Youth plant the Roots in the Soundgarden. She draws A Perfect Circle with her Nine Inch Nails. Eating Red Hot Chili Peppers while Smashing Pumpkins he shouts, âFaith No More! Letâs Return to Forever!â and âGo ask Alice In Chains for a song of freedom!â Al Green tells Otis Redding that heâs feeling Kind Of Blue. Then James Brown paints it black. Watching David Lynch At The Drive-in he Rages Against The System of a Down. They argue whether to Let It Be or Let It Bleed. Opening the Doors of the Temple of the Dog he finds the Last Poets swimming in Muddy Waters. She consults the Weather Report and thinks aloud, âLooks like Love and Rockets in the air.â He shakes his head and says, âthe answer my friend is Blowing In The Wind.â He climbs a Tower of Power then calls the Tribal Tech to check The Meters. Tom Waits while Bill Withers. Neil Young says he hopes he dies before he gets old. She kisses his Flaming Lips. He watches her Ghost Dog take Giant Steps and whispers, âInstant Karmaâs going to get youâ then reaches Nirvana. In Bermuda, under a Marquee Moon, she reflects on her love triangle with Squarepusher and A Perfect Circle and turns on the Television on the Radiohead. On the next Black Sabbath he writes a Song of Despair but on Sunday Bloody Sunday says Nevermind.

For those still wondering who or what Mother Flux is:
Mother Flux is never and forever and whenever. Mother Flux is your birthday wish. Mother Flux is grilled Portobello mushroom juice trickling out your mouth. Mother Flux is coconut water dreamily satisfying. Mother Flux is waterfalling for you. Mother Flux is there is no plan b Mother Flux is a love engine. Mother Flux is a parade of renewal. Mother Flux is a carnival of embracing. Mother Flux is a resurrection party. Mother Flux is the bombastic balm. Mother Flux is gushing moonbeams. Mother Flux is blinking sunrays. Mother Flux is Christmas tree lights blinking year-round. Mother Flux is doing amazing things with your legs. Mother Flux is a merciful escapade and a journey to your center. Mother Flux is a charged up what itâs all about. Mother Flux is alarming cascades of healing. Mother Flux is a sunshower reflecting all over. Mother Flux is a sacramental orgy. Mother Flux is falling splendor and rain-soaked miracles. Mother Flux is solemn kisses bridging caverns. Mother Flux is euphoric bursts of glistening memories. Mother Flux is unbridled feeling and glorious trust. Mother Flux is rosy celebrations and surrender to love. Mother Flux is a map of beginnings and starting over again. Mother Flux is medicinal making-out. Mother Flux is naked blessings and reunity. Mother Flux is a delicious remedy. Mother Flux is a golden crown reflecting stars. Mother Flux is a spiked knock-out punch-drunk baptism. Mother Flux is a spirit-led laying on of hands. Mother Flux is unction funk. Mother Flux is cassava leaves, grape leaves, and autumn leaves. Mother Flux is licking you correct. Mother Flux is fuzzy math. Mother Flux is babbling revelations. Mother Flux is tomorrow and today and yesterday.