A fish is swimming through the deep ocean floor. It doesnt empirically know it moves or swims, it allows its life to hazily glide through the day-to-day intercourse of living/being alive. Every thought, feeling and material occurrence that happens upon a fish is like a panning of memory. A fish allows the moment to come in and then flow out, like the function of a two-stroke engine as the pistons feed fuel and oil in a space of nanoseconds. A fish takes life in this way. It takes life in the same way its given life. Humans feel this way when intensely engaged in an activity. Interstellar Funk offers an hypnotic trip of deep ocean frequencies, sapid reverberation, a detachment from self into the realm of underground house.