I hate to challenge the enigmatic character that Phil presents by posting only a picture of his eye, but I would like to note that he is an extremely straightforward person in the best senses of the word. Not only does he have a laidback attitude and gregarious cool nonchalance, but once in awhile he gets kinda Sketchy and that's when you know The Fun is coming out of the box. Also, he comes from a great lineage of ancient wizards and whatnot, as evidenced by his familial name: Gelfand, son of Xandor, Lord of his Demesne, Purveyor of Turkey.

There once was a mighty Goa Warrior by the name of Philbert G. Gelfund of the Land of Zandor, who came forth unto our own land to bring the beauty and essence of psytrance to the many people who had not, who had lived their lives lorded over and dominated by the House Music and who had never truly experienced true joy or happiness. He arrived via his dual outboard twin- engine Pirate Raft to the shores of these lands, and walked among the poor people, his 6-foot 4-inch frame and massive chest towering over them, his fluoro body armor glistening in the black light, sweat dripping from his brow, the bulge in his pants bursting at the seams. The Goa Warrior set up a table in the midst of the woodlands, and on it placed his weapons: two +10 pitch CDJs of spinning and a +5 channel magical mixer that could blend sounds never meant to be mixed, and some +40K watts speakers of sounding. Flexing his mighty muscles and rattling his fluoro shoulder pads, The Goa Warrior summoned forth from his bottemless satchel a collection of deep and psy- trance CDs, and with all eyes on him, begun to spin. They cowered and trembled at his mightness and his light touch on his bass trim. They gasped and gaped at his nimble yet strong grasp on the jog dial. They stopped and stared and scratched their bumpy heads, the House Music blaring and thumping yet totally forgotten. And the sounds were amazing, and didth drown out the thump thumping of the House Music, and the masses were enveloped by the psychedelic blissness that did issue forth from the loins of the Goa Warrior, and soon everyone was dancing and grooving and doing things with their body that would only leave them sore and exhausted and begging for more then next morning. And The Goa Warrior, having seen that all was now good, finished his set, packed up his weapons, and strolled off into the night, leaving the crowd gasping for air and desperate for more of his blessings. But the Goa Warrior had many others to convert, as he walked off into the distance....

The most cockblockin'est brother in the nation. Ready to put the block, on that cock. Tour dates will be posted soon

i feel the need to tell the world how i feel about philly_g.
well, i feel that his left eye is an amazing piece of artist genius.
the way it is connected to his face, which is connected to his head, which sits on top of his body.
yay!