The Doctor (Kool Keith) Is Back



(May 1, 2006, Brooklyn, NY) OCD International will
release The Return Of Dr Octagon,
the long over due follow up to Dr Octagynacologist on June 27th, 2006. To support the release in the realm on the internet,
they have created an 8 episode digital comic featuring 8 weeks of chapters.
Each week will feature another episode, artwork and a special downloadable new remix
by artists such as Prefuse73, Spank Rock, Aesop Rock, Mike Relm, Kid Loco, Her
Space Holiday, Rob Sonic and more.

It’s been nearly 10 years since Dooom killed off Dr
Octagon …or did he? As the story has it one morning the team at OCD
International were greeted with package on their doorstep upon arriving for
work. In the box was a solitary MP3 player with an inscription on the back From
The Labs Of Dr Octagon. With no paper
work, no note and no contact info to follow up and find the reason they were
bestowed this gift, it was up to the folks at OCD to decipher the 13
tracks left on the player. To help in the cause OCD enlisted A crack team of
turntablists, producers, and musicologists have been assembled to decipher a
mysterious series of transmissions from someone identifying himself as Dr.
Octagon. Can these mere mortals decipher the work and verify that it is indeed
the mad Dr. that was presumed dead 7 years ago?

The eight chapters in this series are the written and
audio interpretations of each of the artists who received tracks to decipher.
The first week will feature a special 20+ minute Dr Octagon mixtape. This
promises to be an experience unlike anything done before. And who better to try
something a little out there than DR OCTAGON.

Interpreters/Remixers include:

Aesop Rock
Prefuse 73
Kid Loco
Spank Rock
Cassettes WonÕt Listen
Mike Relm
Andy C
Her Space Holiday
Skinny Man
Catch Dubs
DJ Pawl
The Gray Kid

The Return of Dr. Octagon – The Story So Far”

It’s been 10 years since Dr. Octagon’s groundbreaking
first address to the world, ‘Dr. Octagonecologyst”, a musical recording
which used a powerful combination of lyrical alchemy and beat science to
teleport the human listener to rap in the year 3000.

It’s been 7 years since Dr. Dooom murdered Dr. Octagon
on the opening track to Dooom’s ‘First Come First Served”É That would probably explain why no one has
heard from the sexually deviant medicine man, Dr. Octagon, in a while. Dr. Octagon’s
office in the Bronx was boarded up, the toll-free hotline 1-800-PP5-1-DOODOO
was disconnected, the nurses obliged to seek alternate means of employment.
Thousands of patients in need of rectal rebuilding or removing turtles from
their uteruses had to fulfill their medical needs elsewhere,

Meanwhile, the Commercial Rap epidemic proliferates,
poisoning millions. Evil forces at work, those who “water down the
sound that comes from the ghetto”,
continue plugging this poison directly into Earth society’s mainstream, in
greater and greater doses. Unscrupulous quacks and greedy bootleggers passed
around a placebo, ‘Dr. Octagon Part 11″: This product never underwent
thorough clinical trials and was never approved by Octagon’s Church of the
Operating Room as appropriate for human consumption. Many fell victim to this
cruel curse – some were incapacitated, some diseased, some deceased. The
National Guard United States Enterprise is helpless. The CIA and FBI, as usual,
dumbfounded by an insidious, invisible enemy to the populace. The game,
overloaded with super villains, now more than ever before, the world needs a
rap superheroÉ

Pondering these problems, and others (bills, grills,
& pills), the team at OCD Int’l trudged into work on Monday morning, to
find a small indiscriminate box had arrived in the mail. The mailing label
read, “Attention: Earth People. From, Dr. Octagon, Planet Jupiter”. How curious.

Opening the box, its sole content is discovered -what
seems to be a nano-size mp3 player, in gleaming purple-green sleeve casing with
blue flowers splashed all over it. An innocent intern reaches into the box to
pull out the mp3 player. As soon as it’s touched, it starts vibrating
furiously, and hovers up out of the box. Floating, suspended in mid-air, it’s
tiny screen begins shimmering an unnatural, unearthly glow.

Fourteen mp3 files were listed on the screen – 14
clues to decoding this mystery? Is this really THE one & only Dr. Octagon? If so, where has he been
all these years? What really transpired between the good doctor and the
so-called Dr. Dooom? Does this music contain the answer – perhaps, an audio
journal of Dr. Octagon’s fantastic journey over the last few years? Or is it
more bizarre, undecipherable audio tomfoolery that splits the atoms in your brain
cells? What about the timing of this message, amidst the formidable deluge of
blah-worthy Commercial Rap? Will the evil genius prove to be underground hip
hop’s savior, or is this just another of Dr. Octagon’s screwed & shrewd
pick-up lines to get deep into our minds, via our ears, before he reaches for
that ass?

As if projecting its digital files into every stereo
speaker on the block, we hear – “You have reached the matrix services
of Chemical Bank & Insurance Policies. Our operators are masturbating right

Oh Shit.

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