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GREEN SUBMARINE Juke Highbert - Green Submarine (Front Cover)
Juke Highbert - Green Submarine (Back Cover)
  1. Maritime Smoke
  2. The Welsh Chef
  3. Pretty Stoned Acid Music
  4. Green Submarine
  5. Crip Roll
  6. Stoned Dolphin
  7. Jukus Interruptus
Green Submarine is a maritime-themed Intelligent Brain Juke album by Juke Highbert. Highbert initially requested we run it through youtube's audio encoding a few times "because no one gives a shit about quality anymore," he was eventually persuaded to release the album in full fidelty after inexplicably finding a live chicken in his toilet (clearly, it was voodoo).


Maritime Smoke
Time to smoke Mary

The Welsh Chef
Thought experiment about watching food network while blazed

Pretty Stoned Acid Music
As described.

Green Submarine
The greenest submarine there's ever been
Crip Roll
Part blunt, part one-man west-side story shit made possible via delay lines

Stoned Dolphin
Can you imagine what this would be like

Jukus Interruptus
Play this track loud when your mate is getting laid for a good laugh

About Juke Highbert

Juke Highbert's musical craft harks back to his native Cornwall. The region's geographic isolation and harsh winters pushed him and his mates to surf the web all day, trading music. Highbert immediately gravitated towards acid house, juke, and general MIDI. He decided he wanted to write his own tunes. So, in the dead of night, he pirated synthsizers off of the internet. Unfortunately, they were shit. So, in the dead of night, he pirated samplers off the back of a delivery truck, and these were reportedly "much more dope." Fueled by PBR, cocaine, and omniprescent blunts, Highbert exploded onto the local scene. Badly-dancing white kids couldn't get enough of Highbert's work; he became sought after as a DJ as well. Every time someone's parents went away for a business trip, Highbert was tapped to come and play his music. This vibrant, creative scene might have gone overlooked by the world at large, if not for a chance meeting between Highbert and head of Riced Out Records A&R, the Reverend Tedward Q. Porktanker. Mutually stranded at JFK airport due to a missed connecting flight, Highbert and the Reverend found themselves killing the boredom with booze in adjoining stalls at a decidedly unsanitary TGI Friday's. Someone thought someone's next drink order was a good idea, and a conversation started. By the time they boarded, Highbert had a record contract. Though neither Highbert nor the Reverend recalled signing it the next day, it still seemed like a decent idea, so, like, fuck it mang. Why not?