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Hot on the tail of his acclaimed afro-tropicali-folk-funk-noise-pop full-length Sex Death Cassette, Rafter will be releasing the Sweaty Magic EP smack in the swarth of August. This is no standard-fare, holding pattern, marketing strategy EP. No! Sweaty Magic is the ultimate booty cap to Summer Oh-Eight’s globally-warmed love-exhaust festival. Listeners taking a break from the floor to get another organic mojito-flavored energy drink might hear swirls of Tom Ze, Prince, Clipse, Zapp & Roger, Mr. Fingers, and D’Angelo staying up late in some non-exclusive beach rave with glowing extraterrestrial energy spheres. The EP began as a collaborative project with photographer Lizeth Santos to complete an art project a day. For Rafter, this often meant a self-made song entirely from production, vocals, to instrumentation, accompanied by a corresponding photograph from Lizeth. Asthmatic Kitty published a handful of these on their website, and they made their way onto blogs and forums from there. It soon became clear that the quickfire songs represented a distinct shift from 10 Songs, Music for Total Chickens, and even the recent Sex Death Cassette. The energy from the self-imposed requirement of a song-a-day infused the music with a sense of urgency and timing, summarized in three simple words: You. Must. Dance. Sweaty Magic is Rafter center stage in a gold Speedo (American Apparel banned at the door), firing lasers of love from his eyes. If you’re not shaking your booty by the sec