This week's Plastic Jazz journey travels through Afro-futurism, Brazilian rhythms, deep house soul, and broken beat swagger. Expect dusty grooves, cosmic textures, and unmistakable jazz DNA running through every track.
I had some fun (and frustrating) moments this week trying to fight against an echo chamber in my kitchen while recording—turns out tiles and jazz don’t always mix. But the music cut through, and the vibe remains solid.
ElecSoul: Plastic Jazz – This Week’s Deep Cuts
Hosted by Robbie Duncan
Here's what’s on the deck:
ABACOTHOZI – IGAXABABA LEMBHADADA
Raw, funky township jazz straight from South Africa. This opener brings serious attitude and rhythm, setting the tone for a global session.
DAVID MATTHEWS – SAMBAFRIQUE
A jazz-funk giant meets Brazilian percussion in this rare groove classic. Soulful horns and syncopation for days.
FRIENDS FROM RIO – ESCARVOS DE JÓ (DA LATA MIX)
Da Lata's rework keeps the spirit of samba alive while nudging it onto the dancefloor. Rooted in history, lifted by rhythm.
BYRON THE AQUARIUS – WHEN THE FREAKS COME OUT
A masterclass in jazzy deep house from one of the scene’s modern alchemists. Synth flourishes, funky keys, and that late-night pulse.
ESSENCE – JUST A TOUCH (JAZZ ELEMENT MIX)
A deep soul-house cut with a jazz twist—swinging hats, warm chords, and a nod to the early '90s underground.
ZERO DB – A POMBA GIRO
Broken beat brilliance with Latin spirit. Zero dB continues to defy genres with percussive edge and fluid basslines.
URICO HERRERA – READY (TOOLI REMIX)
Tooli’s remix adds a soulful bounce and stripped-back flair to Herrera’s tight house framework.
IVAN DBRI – JAZZ DEMONS (ORIGINAL MIX)
Fierce and funky—an unapologetic fusion of house, jazz, and acid undertones. One for the heads.
MEN FROM THE NILE, ROY DAVIS JR., PEVEN EVERETT, JAY JUNIEL – WATCH THEM COME (BODDHI SATVA ANCESTRUMENTAL)
An epic collaboration elevated by Boddhi Satva’s ancestral deepness. Afro-house, jazz vocals, and cosmic consciousness collide.
ROLAND CLARK – WAKE UP (EXTENDED MIX)
Roland Clark reminds us why spoken word belongs in the club. A deep and conscious closer, calling for truth on the dancefloor.
