It should be irrelevant when Krush sets to work behind the turntables at Peabody's; his last stop in town, a 2001 appearance at the Funky Buddha, showed that his talents shine brightest on the decks. While he accented his track selection with dusky trumpet and saxophone samples, he mostly let the throbbing beats and bottomless bass lines speak for themselves. There was minimal turntable trickery involved: Krush just stacked one gyrating groove upon the next, paradoxically setting a hypnotized crowd in motion, despite the meditative hip-hop pace of the beats. It must be an Eastern thing.