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If cult movie messiah Alejandro Jodorowsky and PFFR co-produced a mass psychosis session in the secret subterranean tunnels that link Vizcaya Gardens to the Domino's at NE 2nd Ave. and 34th, then Miami-bred psychedelicists Ice Cream would be named official jam band. 

Hey, lost soul. Word is, you've been searching for some kind of trippy party shaman to lead you on a spirit quest to the center of your very own inner outer space. True? OK, then, it's totally time you took a tab of that Space Voodoo Crystal stuff. Hence, today's free MP3, "Mutations." 

Mr. Entertainment and the Pookiesmackers' Socialismo Americano

Hollywood band Mr. Entertainment and the Pookiesmackers have remained a recognizable presence on South Florida's music scene for over a decade. They've released three records, and have a fourth on the way called Socialismo Americano!, due out Thanksgiving week.

For a peek into the upcoming release, Mr. Entertainment (a.k.a. Steve Toth) sent us a couple MP3s including "Center of the Universe" and "The Looker." "Center of the Universe" sounds almost like a slowed-down "Back in the U.S.S.R." (which makes sense considering their album cover is an obvious homage to Sgt. Pepper's) infused with Pink Floyd psychedelia. It's epic yet palatable and poppy. Gritty at times, but with synths floating above, softening the rock. The song will stick in your head for days.

"The Looker" spins psychedelic with touches of classic rock, alternative, hints of Latin rhythms, and vocals that breeze more like an endearing wise guy than growl with angst or soar with ostentation. The song is fun and memorable. Think a more danceable, mainstream Ween or a much cooler, more appealing, eerier, (dare I say smoother?) Rob Thomas during his Santana-collaboration era. 

Random details: If you can't deduce from the album cover who the Pookiesmackers are, Toth is dead center with the commie-starred hat. To his right (our left) is Brandon. Next to Brandon is Mahoney (in a red shirt). Above Mahoney is Richard Vergez (wearing sunglasses). Next to Vergez with the long blond hair is Mark Zolezzi. And finally Mike Vullo in the banana suit.

Get the MP3s after the jump.

via myspace.com/ycentertainment

Like some buff God-looking dude, Jon Gaiser (a.k.a. Gaiser, a.k.a. Fraktion) emerged from his bedroom studio in a blaze of blue light. The genius was naked, except for a sweaty sheet wrapped about his waist, and he stroked his beard while muttering this rote quote: "My bedroom has always been a room full of gear that happened to have a bed in the corner." So wise, so sagacious, so weird -- Gaiser had just given birth to today's free MP3, a minimal techno baby called "New Dust." 

It's entirely possible, unless you reside in Little Buenos Aires (right up there between North and South Beach ...where Las Vacas Gordas throws down!), that you're unfamiliar with Damas Gratis. Hailing from Argentina, the eight-piece band has never been to Miami before. But these guys have been putting together some seriously swinging cumbia with Andean flavor, known as cumbia vilera, for the better part of the decade. The band started when founder and singer/keyboardist Pablo Lescano quit his previous band, Amar Azul. (Prior to that he was responsible for putting together Flor de Piedra, considered the first of this style of groups in Argentina -- though he didn't actually play in that band).

This is the first South Florida show of Damas' career, and to sweeten the pot, promoters are bringing on board your very own Bachaco. That local favorite group of kids is named after a type of wood ant, and has made a name for itself by melding reggae and dancehall with cumbia. It's a delicious little blend that is damned sure to get you shaking your money maker ... if in fact you make money with yours. We're not here to judge.

Get full show details and a few Damas Gratis MP3s after the jump.

Photo by Aigin Larki

Ever wondered what screamo-lectro dudes do to unwind after a particularly strenuous hipster bikini dance party? Well, apparently, if the dudes in question are Daniel Werb and Paul Banwatt of Toronto synth-and-drum duo Woodhands, then it's all about a nice, relaxing, man-on-man bubble bath. Why the bubbles? Why the bath? Who knows, but bro bathing must be a team-builder beyond compare 'cause it's helped these two sustain their partnership through cold Canadian winters and several summers' worth of transcontinental touring. 

Brooklyn's Drop the Lime has been nothing if not prescient. Those last few years, while everyone was running around to overly processed, overly happy so-called "blog house," the DJ/producer born Luca Venezia carefully stuck to his own thing. In the face of all that neon glare, Venezia and his Trouble & Bass crew built up a small army of fans into a more aggressive vibe.

The Drop the Lime style is impossible to classify neatly into a single genre, but above all it comprises a global, fiercely urban sound collage. Baltimore club beats meet Manchester acid house, then pair up with Kingston dancehall, Detroit ghetto tech, London dubstep, and every kind of gritty city dance sound.

Bass lines are warped, chewed up, and spit out, and frequencies get low enough to loosen the bowels. These are tough times, and tough music appeals, and as such Drop the Lime's star on the dance scene keeps rising. In 2008 he remixed for big names like Little Boots, Moby, and even Armand Van Helden; a new artist album is said to be in the works as well.

Here's a new track he just created for the folks at Bacardi B-Live...

MP3: Drop the Lime - "Devil's Eyes" (A B-Live Original)

MP3: Drop the Lime - "Devil's Eyes (Luca's B-Live Club Mix)"

Drop the Lime. With Damaged Goods, Troy Kurtz, and Juan Basshead. Saturday, October 24. White Room, 1306 N. Miami Ave., Miami. Doors open at 10 p.m. Tickets cost $10 in advance from wantickets.com. Ages 21+ with ID. 305-995-5050; whiteroomshows.com 

Album art by Reeve Schumacher

For five years, local duo Michael John Hancock and Brian Robertson of Awesome New Republic have made hipsterized pop that sounds like some dead future from the '80s. They self-describe as "punk, soul, R&B," but that hardly probes the bloggy depths of the ANR enigma. It's way more complicated than just crossbreeding genres. In fact, Awesome New Republic is like a Pro Tools-powered tuneage collider that eats a bazillion bits of sonic matter (synthy soul, sci-fi folk, New Wave-y disco, etc.) and poops retro-futuristic fireworks for your ears.

Like all purebred party animals, the adventuresome men of Miami garage psych crew Lil Daggers welcome any kind of fun, no matter how dangerous, drunk, or bizarre. They'll play house parties. They'll play pool parties. They'll play satanic sances, bake sales and shit fights. From the very first Pagan fuck fests to last weekend's killer kegger, we've always needed Daggers like these to keep things from getting dull.