The trick is not to understand. It wouldn’t make sense with Gonjasufi, anyway – his latest record A Sufi & A Killer had already proven that one is on the safer side once the thinking-lights have been blown out. His new mini-album, MU.ZZ.LE, is also more of the drifting kind, even though it somehow deals with politics and society. But most of the tracks remain nebulous and spooky. Nikels And Dimes whimpers along on top of a bustling rhythm, while the lyrics seem do be passing one by completely. Hence, even the short 25 minutes get their very own spiritual framework, keeping the whole thing in order. But instead of enlightenment, it’s mostly obscurity that’s waiting on MU.ZZ.LE. The rattling of the sabers on Venom moves alongside the beat, which only flares up very shortly to then return somewhere between echo and dub at the very end. Still, with Gonjasufi, certain things only reveal themselves after a certain time, and even in this very short span, the stencil can move around quite a bit. It’s actually an impressive achievement for Gonjasufi to still stick out as odd in the broad stream of eccentric music – even more so, since the album turned out to be a good one. Between the crackling, the melodies, the unintelligible vocals and the vocals, new synapses are being connected within the listener’s brain, even though the brain’s not even working but rather relaxing. Single vocal-snippets are shortly memorized, only to become blurry again, immediately. Maybe, the actual enlightenment awaits us on the next real record. Until then, MU.ZZ.LE is the incense stick for in-between.