I'm a sucker for the feel of that lightnight radio, whether its Endtroducing's vinyl labyrinth or Chill Out's endless roadtrip - Moodyman's intermittent muttering helps elevate this murky, dubby adventure to mythic status.
It's a mysterious feverdream of sound and sense, beats like passing cars, pianos wafting on neighbor's charcol, record crackle Detroit heat thick on your neck, a flute riff drop of sweat quickening down your back 4/5
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