Sovereign of empty space, czar of the far out, magistrate of the chasm in the void, monarch of a member-less caste, King Poobah rose to power in the state of delusion provoked by ceaseless foraging deep in the dark archives of ecological documentaries. The lord of the illogical claimed dominion over the vacuum, and subsequently declared that his reign would bring beats, grooves, riffs, licks, jams and other exotic treasures to his domain and his subjects.

King Poobah, as all sovereigns are, is in a constant state of war with all but his own subjects. This leviathan’s methods of war employ techniques like sample chopping, sound sequencing, finger drumming, and scratching...but never biting. Combined, these tools make up an Arsenal exclusively utilized to proliferate notions of the natural, the order of the organic,  and the law of the landless.