Forget everything you thought you knew about disco. Now forget everything you thought you knew about The Mortal Prophets. Because with SUPERSONIC, John Beckmann and his ever-shifting sonic collective don’t just dip their toes into the dancefloor — they dive in headfirst, eyes wide open, and come out on the other side with an experimental masterpiece that glows neon and pulses like a heart in overdrive.

This isn’t your average nostalgia trip. This is disco reimagined by people who’ve seen some things. It’s Giorgio Moroder with a fever. It’s Studio 54 if it were built inside a haunted spaceship. And it works beautifully.

Right out of the gate, SUPERSONIC feels like you’re stepping into a smoke-filled room where time has stood still, sequins are glistening, and the beat just won’t let go. You’re greeted with analogue synths that sound like they’ve been resurrected from a haunted Moog museum, drum machines ticking like futuristic metronomes, and vocals that shimmer in and out of reality.

Every track is a collision of retro-futuristic sounds and Beckmann’s signature sonic mysticism. It’s Saturday night on Mars. It’s Blade Runner directed by David Lynch. It’s “I Feel Love” dragged through a dream, then rebuilt with bolts of electricity and philosophy.

And just when you think you’ve figured it out, The Mortal Prophets twist the dial again — shifting from hypnotic Moroder grooves to swirling, cinematic textures that could score a lost John Carpenter film.

What makes this album tick is its genuine reverence for Giorgio Moroder, but also its willingness to break things apart in order to build something new. Moroder was the godfather of synthetic soul, and Beckmann honors that spirit — then runs it through a glitchy wormhole. There's beauty in that chaos. The kind of beauty that doesn’t need to be polished to shine.

SUPERSONIC is equal parts tribute and transformation. It’s like Beckmann took the blueprint of disco, handed it to a mad scientist, and said: “Make it feel like a dream, a memory, and a prophecy.”

Recorded with a rotating crew of underground alchemists and some seriously vintage gear, the whole album oozes late-night energy. Not the kind of night where everything is perfect — but the kind where you’re searching, spiraling, and dancing anyway.

It’s music for 3AM subway rides, for those weird corners of the club where things start to blur, for walking home in glitter-streaked silence. It’s both euphoric and eerie. Tactile and ghostly.

With SUPERSONIC, The Mortal Prophets don’t revive disco — they resurrect it, rewire it, and send it back into the world in a brand new skin. It’s bold, beautifully bizarre, and unlike anything else out there right now. If you’re into music that dances with one foot in the past and one in a cyberpunk fever dream — this is for you.

So go ahead. Hit play. Lose yourself in the mirrorball multiverse.

Because disco, apparently, can still save your soul — even if it's glitching.

SUPERSONIC is available now on all major streaming platforms

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