in a hydrothermal vent somewhere in the East Pacific Rise, Dr. Mechanica is a man who deserves no introduction. Infamous for his flamboyant stage presence and his signature twin typographic keyboards-turned-music controllers, his unique brand of sci-pop presents an unrivaled spectacle. His musical stylings are at once smooth and angular, punctuated with crisp synthesizers dancing atop a rolling hill of prime rib fuzz-bass bite. Taking a deep drag from his jazz and funk influences, to watch him perform is to be lovingly enveloped in a smoky neon dream assembled from pulse waves and pianos. It is not uncommon to see his audience compelled to movement, seemingly possessed by the driving dance rhythms, all while Mechanica’s signature soaring falsetto drips down into all of the nooks and crannies, like a thick glaze.