Chaotic street sounds of India blast through the mixes, alongside madhouse beats, old-school turntable scratches and popping horns over which Yogi effortlessly drops his rhymes. It’s all so hook-laden and sun-blasted you can’t help bobbing your head and aching to find a dance floor.
“Everything went into this record,” says Yogi. “It’s a sonic trip, a journey toward the Self, toward what the yoga masters call the Supreme Soul.” Wait. Hip-hop and yoga? The Ramayana with a backbeat? Stories of Shiva and Shakti, Ganesh and Hanuman and the rest of the ancient Hindu gods, all funked up and slamming up against potent, propulsive graffiti beats custom built to drive eager listeners into a divine frenzy? Indeed. “Pilgrimage is a full, authentic, cosmic yogic experience on the dance floor,” exclaims Yogi. The truth is, you’ve never heard anything like Pilgrimage.
You’ve never heard anyone like MC Yogi.