Source: The Quietus.
In the heat that never seemed to end I watched the butter melt and the plants die. Working was like wading through syrup. I could not concentrate. I skipped and bounced my way through perhaps hundreds of things and struggle to settle my ears.
Along with a plough through the usual new releases, this has included an afternoon digging back into dub and South American psych. I’m still caning the Los Jaivas record I wrote about last month, and it prompted me to go back to artists like Traffic Sound, Lula Cortes and Kaleidoscope (the Puerto Rican one).