Been listening to them for over 15 years. Still blows my mind with every release. You guys will forever be in my heart. Thanks for the decades of love and music!

@billysgeo

3 жыл бұрын

20-year fan here! Those guys are amazing!

@Harufloof

3 жыл бұрын

@@billysgeo minding the gap since 2017 over here 😂

@ethant2712

3 жыл бұрын

Absolutely this is a a “Bach” just sitting in a genre no one seems to fucking see!!

@sixdfx

3 жыл бұрын

Absolute fan since The Gathering

@Hand_Burger666_

3 жыл бұрын

From 2006 to this very day, these guys have been giving me the soundtrack of my life :D

God, I LOVE Infected Mushroom. Every album is just amazing. The subtle sounds, the different-than-any-other bass, the non-repetitive and well thought out melodies. Simply the best.

@totonator98

2 жыл бұрын

Aye 4 I 44 44 the last one I have heard it is rewarding when you 4444

@giordanogalli2717

Жыл бұрын

how to not agree, so different musical ideas, they're simply out of this world

Decades of non stop great music! I hope for decades more to come.

0:37 you want a steak 0:41 And I just know I want a gourmet

@sarahs8371

2 жыл бұрын

Whyyyyyy? 😭

@masterjax7358

2 жыл бұрын

Wtf lol

*these guys never disappoint*

When on a wild trip with these guys. God bless me for making it back in 1 piece

These guys are why i started listenin to edm at 14. Its 17 years later.

@martinaaved3498

3 жыл бұрын

and many more to come buddy 🔥

@christiegodby4375

3 жыл бұрын

20 years ago for me....! I was 21 :) A friend told me I had to listen and gave me the gathering and classical mushroom as .mp3s They have made my life so much richer :)

@arcies9286

2 жыл бұрын

@@christiegodby4375 I'm 21 now, and just realized how lucky I am to have been listining for so long, as I could have not heard this beauty till just now for the first time, and as amazing as every first listen is, I've been listening for a decade myself. Electronic music is my prefrence because I found these guys lol

@macronencer

2 жыл бұрын

It's about the same time for me too. I'm 56 years old and I love everything IM have made. Genius level music production. By the way, it's also great to juggle to.

@janst0nes359

2 жыл бұрын

Dont listen to "edm" listen to Goa, my friend.

This reminds me of the Vicious Delicious/Army of Mushrooms era. Love it

@dustinridge3996

3 жыл бұрын

wait i remeber this channel i remeber my account got stolen after chatting on here

@dustinridge3996

3 жыл бұрын

After all, how could she be? When she was happy, she didn't laugh. When she was sad, she didn't cry. No matter what happened to her, her face remained stock-still, like a robot. Like a machine. She'd seen how people were meant to act, and they weren't meant to act like she did. The only logical conclusion was that she wasn't human. Her father wasn't human either, of course. His face was always the same, too. A blank mask - the most extravagant expressions possible being the polishing of his glasses with a handkerchief, the most meaningful display of affection being a rigid ruffling of her hair. Still, it meant the world to her, and he knew it. That was why he persisted with such awkward displays. She'd tried to act human - she'd paid close attention to her mother, to her classmates, to the people on television - but when she had, she just got awkward look and whispered giggles. Eventually, she'd had to be pulled away and be told the faces she was making were frightening the other children. So eventually she had abandoned that effort. It was her and her father, then. They were the only two inhumans in the world. Allison loved her mother dearly, but she just didn't get it. She could laugh and not have it come out like shattered glass. It was her and her father against the world. Then, one day, when she came home from school and her father wasn't there - when all she found was her tearful mother and a lack of explanation - that changed. When Charles Gears disappeared, Allison realized how it really had been all along. It was her against the world. "The chef worked quite hard on that, you know," Ernest Simms said, pointing at the untouched food with a fork. Allison glared at him from across the long, long table. The mansion she'd been brought to was decadent in the extreme. It looked like even the wallpaper, emblazoned with fantastical images of angels and demons, was worth more than her college fund - or at least it would have been, if she'd gone to college. She had other uses for that money, after all. Her eyes flicked down to the food in front of her. Roast chicken, with half-a-dozen spices and sides she didn't even know the names of. Poison, maybe? No - if this man had wanted to kill her, he could have simply had her shot in the head. He certainly had the money to get away with it. Still, though. "I'm not hungry," she said, voice low, face as blank as it had ever been. "Why have you brought me here?" Ernest chuckled. The old man was disgusting, drooping body dressed in a bathrobe, a tiny pair of spectacles dancing over his nose with every moment. This was a man who long ago had stopped caring what people thought of him - because there was nobody who would dare say it to his face. "You're a paranoid young lady, aren't you?" he said, taking a messy sip of wine. Red droplets remained in his moustache as he put the glass down again. "I prefer careful." "No, no no no," Ernest shook his head, still chuckling. "You are not careful, my dear. Not careful at all. Quite the opposite, I'm afraid. That word you've been tossing around, in the circles you've been moving through? No, I wouldn't say that's careful at all." "That word?" Allison said, mentally kicking herself a second later. Stupid questions like that only made her look weak. Better to pretend you already knew everything and get the details later. Ernest grinned. "Foundation." As the words left Ernest's lips, a flare of hot anger ran through Allison's body. Her face didn't shift in the slightest, but her grip on the tablecloth tightened - just slightly. Foundation. Foundation. "What do you want from me?" she said quietly. The old man looked her up and down. "Tell me, dear. Do you hate?" "I'm sorry?" "It's a simple question," Ernest said, steepling his hands before him. As he spoke, the flamboyance seemed to drain away, replaced with a simmering, indecent anger. "Do you hate? Do you resent? I've researched you, I know your story. Your father stolen away, your family splintered, your life destroyed. Your suffering is not the product of circumstance. There are people who have done this to you. To us." Allison nodded, silently closing her eyes. Now this was beginning to make sense. "You too, then? Who?" "My granddaughter could turn fire to ice with a glance," Ernest said wistfully, his eyes drifting to somewhere very far away. "Turn life to death with a touch. A miracle girl - now one of their curiosities, rotting away in a cell. Your father's situation is much the same. The time stolen from him, the time stolen from you. So tell me: do you hate?" She breathed out a sigh that felt like it had building up her entire life. "Yes," she said, voice cold. "I hate." The slightest smile spread across Ernest's lips. "Very good," he said. "I have hired fifty men - Phantasmagoria mercenaries. Soldiers of fortune for the kind of world you and I live in. They are quite capable, but untrustworthy, as all of their kind are. I would like for you to be my representative in their midst." Suspicion opened up inside her once again. "You'd trust me with that?" They'd met barely half an hour ago. "Of course," he smiled. Liar. It was in his eyes. This man - perhaps he'd once cared about this granddaughter he mentioned. But that love had long since shriveled away into something uglier, a barbed bitterness that existed only to draw blood from the thing that had hurt it. This was a man who had been hurt in his life, and now lived only to hurt. Well… Allison couldn't say she was much different. So long as she got what she wanted, she was more than willing to paint the world red. So long as she got her father back. Charles Gears, known to the Foundation as SCP-8211, died without any final words, suddenly relieved of his guts by a single swipe of the giggling lizard's tail. She'd dragged him back to a supply closet, hoping to treat his wounds or - at the very least - say goodbye, but he was already gone. He'd been gone for many minutes. She'd left his half innards strewn on the floor on their way here. Idiot. Idiot. Silent tears trickled down Allison's blank face as she stared down at his body. What little life he'd ever shown was gone now, too. It was like she was looking at a discarded toy, some limp cold thing that had taken him away. That had stolen him, from her. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair! It wasn't fair! Ie … mo'j yuf. Eir mo'j yuf. Oh … poor child. My poor child. A sob died stillborn in her throat, coming out only as a hollow cracking noise. She looked up from the body, her face wet, staring uncomprehendingly at the inside of the storage closet. In the distance, she could still hear the sounds of screaming, of tearing, of that damn lizard laughing in glee as it rampaged through the Phantasmagoria mercenaries. The blaring alarms stabbed at her sensitive ears like knives. "Hello?" she mumbled - and even as she did, she found herself irritated at just how childish her voice sounded, how plaintive it came out. Ter'eih, ol yuf. Kur nesh piresh. Hello, my child. Let us discuss. There was a sense - just for the briefest moment - a sense of utter weightlessness, and the supply closet melted away from around Allison Chao. The walls fell away, crumbling into dust into atoms into nothing, and the floor she was kneeling on overflowed with dark. In the space of a few seconds, the only things remaining from the former landscape were herself and the body of her father. The place she had found herself was a void, an utter void, endless darkness in every direction. No stars, no sky. Absolutely nothing. No - no, that was wrong. It couldn't possibly be nothing. She was kneeling on hard floor, wasn't she? That implied the existence of ground. If she could see blackness, then by definition there wasn't nothing. There was blackness, if nothing else. She was in a place that existed. As if in response to her reasoning, her eyes began to adjust to the darkness. Everything was still oil-black, but there were definitely objects around her. She and her father were on an obsidian floor, and tiny fragments of black sand floated in the air around her, tickling against her face. She looked up, and her eyes began to ache. Before her was a great throne, formed from dark glass, rising up to a height that… a height that her eyes couldn't perceive, not exactly, but it was huge. The kind of throne that kings would sacrifice their kingdoms for. Something was sitting in that throne - not a person exactly, but a mass, a cloud of dancing shadows. It had no face, but Allison swore she could feel the thing smiling at her.

@dustinridge3996

3 жыл бұрын

" A sob died stillborn in her throat, coming out only as a hollow cracking noise. She looked up from the body, her face wet, staring uncomprehendingly at the inside of the storage closet. In the distance, she could still hear the sounds of screaming, of tearing, of that damn lizard laughing in glee as it rampaged through the Phantasmagoria mercenaries. The blaring alarms stabbed at her sensitive ears like knives. "Hello?" she mumbled - and even as she did, she found herself irritated at just how childish her voice sounded, how plaintive it came out. Ter'eih, ol yuf. Kur nesh piresh. Hello, my child. Let us discuss. There was a sense - just for the briefest moment - a sense of utter weightlessness, and the supply closet melted away from around Allison Chao. The walls fell away, crumbling into dust into atoms into nothing, and the floor she was kneeling on overflowed with dark. In the space of a few seconds, the only things remaining from the former landscape were herself and the body of her father. The place she had found herself was a void, an utter void, endless darkness in every direction. No stars, no sky. Absolutely nothing. No - no, that was wrong. It couldn't possibly be nothing. She was kneeling on hard floor, wasn't she? That implied the existence of ground. If she could see blackness, then by definition there wasn't nothing. There was blackness, if nothing else. She was in a place that existed. As if in response to her reasoning, her eyes began to adjust to the darkness. Everything was still oil-black, but there were definitely objects around her. She and her father were on an obsidian floor, and tiny fragments of black sand floated in the air around her, tickling against her face. She looked up, and her eyes began to ache. Before her was a great throne, formed from dark glass, rising up to a height that… a height that her eyes couldn't perceive, not exactly, but it was huge. The kind of throne that kings would sacrifice their kingdoms for. Something was sitting in that throne - not a person exactly, but a mass, a cloud of dancing shadows. It had no face, but Allison swore she could feel the thing smiling at her. Uor'shef, yuf. Welcome, child. The words slithered meekly from her lips. "Where…" she began, before injecting a little more confidence into her words. "Where am I?" Mor ei'l un eir dioma. You are in my house. Her eyes narrowed. She'd heard of things like this before: people using the Ways incorrectly, being snatched away by daemons or imps. She was no fool - she wouldn't fall prey to something like this. A bundle of hope writhed in her chest. If this was a trick, did that mean her father was still alive…? Hur. Mul eit ne'er. No. He is dead. "You can read my thoughts?" Hur. Es't kree sho malaer. Tel v'rii mosh varber nesh-pol. No. But thoughts are predictable. It is not difficult to track the falling of dominoes. Still holding a hand under her father's head to support its weight, Allison glowered defiantly at the… thing. "If this a trick," she breathed, "I'll kill you. I swear it." Brin sho'ol ter k'rin. Ei reshi ko braga'sh zet. There is no trick. I have a proposal for you. No. She wasn't about to let this thing control the pace of the conversation. She was in control. Even now, especially now, she had to be. "Who are you?" she said, keeping her voice in its normal, neutral tone. The way she'd spoken before she'd learnt to talk like people. Ei ju'ge BLACK MOON, yuf. I am called the Black Moon, child. "That doesn't mean anything to me." He't nhis eir hu'shi. That makes me happy. She forced a growl out of her throat - a painfully fake display of emotion, but perhaps enough to fool this clearly inhuman thing. "Who are you?" she asked again. "And what do you want from me?" The shadows shifted slightly, a whispering crescendo building up until it became speech. Eir vos ter'at tosh, nuf. Eles eir mos nek'ten. I am a player of games, child. And I wish to help you. The anger inside her writhed again, slamming itself against the bars of her body. "My father is dead," she said, voice a dead monotone. "There's nothing you can do for me. The thing is done. I failed." Trun. Ke podra nash necrash. Ton ve-et krish nau'ul Allison. Yes. A father is dead. But so many still live on, awaiting their Allison. She blinked, the anger inside her chest fading - but only slightly. For the last few minutes, it had felt as though the world had very suddenly become a very small and sealed room, slowly closing in around her. A window had just opened, just a crack. Intoxicating hope took root. "There's still a chance?" Tr'en. As many chances as you need. There are as many worlds as drops of rain, and I can give you leave to sail them. To find the happy ending your heart desires.. "What would it cost me?" Suspicion had already turned to bargaining. If she'd been in her right mind, Allison knew she'd be disgusted with herself, but… she looked down at her father's dead face. She owed him. She owed him this. The words came from her mouth again. "What would it cost me?" Eir kosh n'va shor. Te'el. Ezheni mos vas ner peit'ru. Basha'l KHAHRAHK velesh te'en. Endes'ves kor nocht mazh ben tedru. I told you: I am a player of games. My game is called existence, and I seek victory over my adversary. His pieces are many, his children and wives and meat angels, but I seek quality in my pieces. A singular, immutable hatred such as yours is a rare thing indeed. You would be my piece. Eir BLACK QUEEN. My Black Queen. She gave three responses to this, this offer that would give her life back. That would save her father. That would make everything okay again. She blinked. She nodded. She spoke. "Yes." The multiverse would never be the same again.

@aspekt7631

3 жыл бұрын

Who ever reads the replies to this comment fully deserves a medal...

@dustinridge3996

3 жыл бұрын

@@aspekt7631 The Celebrants: The Doctor, to perform this ceremony is the highest honor only reserved to that of the High Doctors. The Masses, typically handpicked and invited by The Host. No more than twenty can be present at the ceremony. The Host, chosen from those aged and infirm. The Doctor enters the Hall. They are followed shortly thereafter by The Masses, who sit in a circular fashion around a candle and alter. The Doctor stands in front of the candle, holding a candlelighter. The Doctor: In the beginning there was nothing. The Ancient Temple rose from the void, and brought hope to those in the Dark. The Doctor lights the candle, illuminating the Hall. The Masses: We live in the light and vanquish the Dark. The Doctor: In those early days, we hid, quietly accomplishing what needed to be done. Yet, the agents of darkness and chaos sowed seeds of destruction and brought an end to the ancient times. The Doctor extinguishes the flame. The Host enters the Hall, carried if needed by a D-Caste. They hold the Hammer of Asheworth the Martyr in their hands, presenting it to the Doctor. The Doctor: Our King Bright, as the works of the old came crashing down, You gave Your first body so that your people may live. When the flames and soot had passed, You rose, reborn from the ashes of the Temple, and guided your people to rebuild the former glory of the Temple. The Host hands the Doctor the hammer, and lays on the alter. The Doctor: My King, you gave your first life for us, we are indebted to you. With this sacrament, may we become closer to Brightness so that we will receive eternal joy at the gates of your Kingdom. The Host and Masses: In the name of the Amulet, we pray. Crossing over to the alter, The Doctor brings down the Hammer upon the head of the Host. They are transubstantiated into The Substance, a spicy vegetable sauce. The Doctor swings until the entire Host is converted. The Doctor takes an unleavened bread, breaks it into small pieces, and gives the pieces to the Masses. They consume the Substance until it has all been eaten. The Masses and Doctor depart the Hall in silence.

I've been listening to them for over eight years and never get tired. Unique style, always stunning

I'm a heavy metal fan that's been recently infected...

20 years and still going strong! Love you guys 🤩🤩🤩

I love Infected Mushroom. I discovered them at a rave 15 years ago.

@RobotronSage

3 жыл бұрын

lol that's pretty epic

@MrDrumcorey

3 жыл бұрын

Without your discovery the world would never know their wonderful music. Thank gawd for you and that rave.

@TwistidStitchz

3 жыл бұрын

Damn dude...u kids make me feel old...first time I heard them was in middleschool....im 35...36 come oct!

@TwistidStitchz

3 жыл бұрын

We used to get their shit free on Napster w them asking for shares and dLs...spread the love. We did...it helped liberate Israel in the long run. Fuck world trade.

@TwistidStitchz

3 жыл бұрын

Thats when a lot of their raves still had yo be underground bc they were fkn illegal kids. Music dancing art...illegal. not so bad now but they wanna censor all of us...its horsehonky

Towards the end of leftovers Is incredible .. Blasting threw my headphones right now .

The vocal manipulation is amazing "I wanna gooooo awwwwwaaayyyyyyy" Awesome stuff.

They perfected the ways of psytrance songs RESPECT!!

back at it and ma osim sounds oldschool awesome infected magic

Infected Mushrooms is one you trust. Never let you down, keep going on. Fantastic music!

@mariefrancemallet1103

2 жыл бұрын

GOOD POINT OF VIEW !!!!!🙂

Leftovers is the psytrance that will make you throw up while coming up on mushrooms and see rainbows

Yeah been listening for years. Love that you keep coming out with new FRESH music. :) Please never stop.

Oooookay then, coming back to this was 100% right thing to do.

Modern day classical music. Every song takes you on an adventure. Been saying it for years.

@giordanogalli2717

Жыл бұрын

I'm happy that i'm not the only one who thinks like this, totally agree

Holy crap!!! That's off its head!! U guys rule this world

Just discovered this… truly amazing. Best thing I’ve heard in 10 years… WHAT A SOUND. Thanks guys

2 жыл бұрын

A long journey of cosmical exploration is waiting for you when discovering all the music they made. I personally recommand whole Vicious Delicious album

Erez n Duvdevina you two have a gift that is an art, spread. Produce n write till the day you to leave this place

Absolutely massive release!

It blows my mind. 20 years of producing music, and they have still consistently released bangers that just get better and better. The fact that theyre still going strong is insane

Infected Mushroom never disappoints.

I'll stay

Wow I didnt see this coming such and epic EP, love it

Thanks for the 4 songs compilation (:

first show i saw from infected mushroomi wanna say it was winter 2004 at the old rainier brewery( about 17 years.. holy cow i am getting old! ). I was still in highschool it was cold AF on the roof in november and this was a transformative experiance... I have seen IM 3 -4 times since then. This one is hitting some old school vibes for me.. thanks for posting!

@MrCrazyGarrett90

2 жыл бұрын

I saw them while they were touring for animatronica. I would say they hit my second favorite show I have seen. Barely just behind excision

@user-pq5cx2qe4i

2 жыл бұрын

Святая Корова))), первый развижу, чтобы мужик так писал

Thanks for helping me feel rooted

I've often thought of Infected Mushroom as _New Age EDM;_ they melodize a lot, seem to focus on creating interesting sounds and adding more complexity to the structure of their songs than a regular EDM genre is know for. We could categorize each _mood_ and _style_ in IM's songs, but there is always this pattern that distinguishes it from the rest, and it's all for the better.

@HBMHD

2 жыл бұрын

@@jakerow8713 Sudden aggression out of nowhere? What are you a snowflake?

@ScreamToTheSkyS

2 жыл бұрын

it's psytrance

This is on an absolute different level. Pure joy! Love from Argentinaa !

@Adrinon

3 жыл бұрын

ya ves

@Neocovers

2 жыл бұрын

upvote because Argentina, papá

Just discovered this, I absolutely LOVE IT!!! Am I the only one who imagines full story lines in their head with this music? LOL

@MrCrazyGarrett90

2 жыл бұрын

Pink froid is bt far my favorite from them for this very reason. Get stupid stoned and then let my mind run wild.

@anexusthanatos4021

2 жыл бұрын

@@jakerow8713 Failed troll. Yikes

@nikosefthymiou6499

2 жыл бұрын

No you are not alone! This is the reason i love electronic music, i always imagine stories and even can see pictures if i concentrate enough!

@Justin-bz2yk

2 жыл бұрын

Modern day classical music...

It gets better every time.

it's simply AMAZING.... thank you

This musical slyl is beautiful, nothing more to add, as gorgeous as the rest of this fabulous world

Wow, I have overseen this. Good choices. No fillers!

yoooo new release Pog

Leftovers gave me chills :3

Thanx for being back at.the core of Your passion....

This is awesome!

INFECTED so UNIQUE.

A rip in the fabric of space which sends me back to the future in the year 2000. The future looks safe and calming. Oh wait, is that a giant Mushro...

@ValentineNTT

3 жыл бұрын

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

В отличие от основной массы музыкантов, эти точно знают, какой звук должен быть и на каком месте. Одни из лучших в современности.

@pidrocefal2004

2 жыл бұрын

Согласен. Начал слушать их около года назад и все диву даюсь, как эти товарищи так тонко чувствуют свое дело, не теряя в качестве уже столько лет

@modelchanger1332

Жыл бұрын

Yeah, it's pretty much The Prodigy, Infected Mushroom, and Aphex Twin, as leaders of the modern era musical composition

I just started listening and I love it...so futuristic.

@jomme918

2 жыл бұрын

i will suggest you to start from the very beginning :) converting vegetarians + converting vegetarians2

@jaykurtz4364

2 жыл бұрын

@@jomme918 thank you...I seem to love all of it.

mindblowing as always...

Thank you!

These guys always stayed true to there sound so good

So good to hear that

Me, I was with these guys from the start, Classical mushrooms and all that. No one like these two artists 🤩 I think I been to over 13 concerts over the last 20 years or somthing like that 😅

back at it

DaAmN!!! They did it again !!!!!!!!!

Vibing with the flashbacks of INSANE 🤩🔥👌🏽

This artwork is just wow

The Kings -the o.G s return 💙🤪 Blessed to have theses weapons of psytrance. . RESPECT.

Best Producers on earth

Ma Osim is an instant classic

@eligonzales186

3 жыл бұрын

Oh fuck yeah

@jimjordan29

3 жыл бұрын

Hottest track on the album, ⛽.

YES!!! NO better way to begin my mornings than INFECTED 🍄!!! Genuis beat/music makers! LONG LIVE THE BEAT MASTERS! 💓

Ma Osim is just a magical 🥰 Leftovers - a cannon 🔥 The whole album: addiction and obsession 💀🍾🤘🏿

masterpiece

Master's 🔥 Love from Goa, India ❤️

Exceptionnel 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼 thank you 💪🥳

OMG!!! This is ahhh fanks!!!!! More more moree

Love from Sweden

entrancing must love it

Maybe the best thing of 2021

Descarga de serotonina. FINO DEMAIS SEM ERRO 🔥🔥👏🏾

Every mushroom season... Like a religion

This LP could fit into 10 seasons of a show

Love it

Always impressive

This ep is the music

@kwaddamage8286

3 жыл бұрын

this ep is a music

@foladodo8952

3 жыл бұрын

@@kwaddamage8286 it truly is

Another one! Another one!

Maaaan cool 👍🏼🤯😍🔥

yesss I love sim racing to Ma Osim it just puts me in a trance and fly around the track and other cars just me the road and the best song there is

Infected mushrooms hitting different.

Ohhhhhhhhh baby💕💕💕

LEFTOVERSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

17:08 this part of back at it sounds different from the non album back at it version.

You wanna say... *whisper* go away Idk why I bursted out laughing at this.

Great EP dudez

Becoming insane live at nocturnal festival 06, nothing can ever top the rush I felt back then

Der Sound ist der Hammer. Wen nur der Gesang nicht wäre

Big Wow !!!!!

Nice.

Mega geiles Set up✌🤘

Leftovers 🔥🔥🔥🔥

spot on

Heroes and genius ❣️

Back At It is the best one, masterpiece

@amangandhi2863

3 жыл бұрын

Fewer people understand Back At It , especially the part at 16:13 , truly unique bass-part

@zolig2383

2 жыл бұрын

you got it

Ma Osim is amazing

Infected Mushroom is the best electo, at all!

8:52 to 9:22 is the best part of leftovers

Hermoso

love itt

if only infected musroom and shpongle would collab.

@oliviertabardel6436

3 жыл бұрын

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@MrCrazyGarrett90

2 жыл бұрын

I really want an Infected Mushroom/Rezz collab. Or an Infected mushroom/ganja white night collab.

I wanna go away 🔥🔥🔥

yoo, it´s crazy how Infected mushrooms literally changed my point of view 15years ago.. (o.O) I remember first time i heard these mf´s