This isn’t an LP for the dub progressives, but if you want a reggae history lesson then look no further.

If you need some beatific, fauna rich ambient piano music to help shine some light through the climatic & geopolitical shadows then hit play

A spiritual sax intro plumped on an organ cushion prises open your doors of perception before the electric piano starts to twinkle its light

they flirt with borderline muzak in places, maintain a suave ambient jazz vibe & touching “simple tenderness”

explores the power, & at the mid-way mark the brutality, of this natural force, before a calmer, kosmische second half takes you safely home

The ghosts of the twentieth century acid folk and double dropping folk rock pioneers loom large, and let's face it that's no bad thing

This really is a swirling fusion of man, machine, worlds and wires

The restless sound design and jazz tickled production lend a questioning air to proceedings, sounds zipping in and out and buzzing around

into eclectic dub territory, augmenting the varied digi-dub riddims with some focussed and classic electronic sounds

it’s not long before outsider jazz meets psychedelic spa music and free drumming and electronica jostle with more jolting noise

the release is full of electronic purity, minimal purpose and blissful repetition.

at times imagine Oriental mysticism decades from now, break new ground in electronic pointillism and forge new paths in drone science

they even had an orchestra and conductor on board, which helped create the perfect velvety bed for Cummings low key, intimate vocals

The recording is low key elemental with the sound of the wind sweeping over the sandtone cliffs, heath and woodlands also captured

shifting, variously melancholic, bittersweet and heart wrenching electroacoustic and often audio ambiguous sands

the old school rave tonic that the phone glued youth need to get off their arses and make sweating buckets on ecstasy great again.

you really need to check these dudes out if deep nu-disco, slo-mo soulful house and Balearic chuggers are your thing.

a constantly surprising selection of woozy wobblers, jazz licked head nodders, mushroom jazz, far out fusion, funktified groove...

If you need some music for late night urban wandering or late night tower block powwows then look no further.

this new release is a pleasingly mellow affair that hovers around the ambient kosmische end of the drug addled musical spectrum

All I know is that it flows like Yusef Lateef, swings like Elvin Jones, trips like Timothy Leary and searches like Albert Ayler.

The LP really runs the neoclassical gamut, from the graceful and genteel title track to the the folky dream-pop of the LP's closing track.

Vintage synths swirl, sometimes in epic fashion, loosening your grip on reality to help achieve a positive outcome.

The ambient universe is vast, but Samson has done an admirable job of mapping the warmer, solar blessed end of it in just six tracks.