The Q, is the funk master of his world, where remnants of the disaster, have been composed in heart flows so the blood grows think and still moves faster. Slick like slide of bass nectar, on which soul glide and ride a rising positive tide into the timeless pools of the here not after. Here for satisfaction, love the seventies, but watch the world stage cause we are history in action and Q Ben is point man. Man on point. Move on over now or join in, cause he’s about to rock this joint. Q is a self styled fountain of production carved on the mountain of the man is an afro sketched to perfection. A path of art devotion. A well as deep as the ocean. A prolific producer in perpetual audio visual motions…