Friday, 14 July 2017


Summer. The dreamer's cloth is perhaps the well-worn orange cotton t-shirt resting over your eyes as you lay on the grass, facing the sun. You're frying.

Our albums today capture this tone, a range of ingrained seasonal clichés: summer-picks, old favorites...sunbaked sonics, exotica, romance, heartbreak, nostalgia, laziness, guilty pleasure, music that feels like sweat-salt on the face or the breeze that revives and heals. For Summer 2017, the glare is intensified by a certain heat of cultural hellishness...once the forest fires and riots start, escapism becomes critical. And vital.

We start here, with a solar-infused EP-sized slice of tropical drone from one J. Fredriksen of Copenhagen.

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