whilst the dust is still settling on his album he's off on another trip with his sights set firmly on a galaxy far, far away, this is the stuff of Sci-Fi soundtrack dreams.

If you want a snapshot of where London’s more cultured soul boys and girls are at these days then tune in.

they've been hopping across borders and genres since day one of their party starting missi

insistent acoustic motifs twist in on themselves, hypnotising all those within earshot before fading out to let the drone have its moment in the sun and show off it's lysergic charm.

Her tale of yesterdays, rather like the rest of the band's contributions, are effortlessly soulful and soothing

“Chrysanthemum” goes all suitably flower power, paving the way with petals for the title track’s creamy acid-folk

the EP opening track's mimnimal piano is blended with a field recording of what sounds like an evangelical sermon and reversed sounds, so keep an open mind.

there’s a distinctly lounge music vibe running throughout, albeit a cosmic kitsch one

and the soundstage remains uncluttered and gently uplifting - more wellness imbuing than euphoric.

The album flirts shamelessly with multiple ambient adjacent genres, exploring a shadow world where belief system energy ripples collide and swirl.

a natural foil to the minimal instrumentation and processed sounds that are artfully collaged into detailed soundscapes

easy grooving, bossa nodding, smooth AOR winking, yacht rocking, warm and uplifting, soulful jazz

It might sound like a lot but it works in a waywardly waltzing, cutely quirky, weirdly wobbly way, and I'm here for it.

if languid, somewhat wistful, subtly electronic injected folk with earthy, relatable tales are the order of the day then Great Horned Owl will see you right.

if you need a dose of instrumental soul and funk with a real deal '60s and '70s golden age vibe straight from analogue heaven in Cincinnati, Ohio then look no further

I can't think of a better tune in 2025 to celebrate the sun sinking into the Mediterranean in Ibiza's Western facing beach bars than this

Middle Eastern cinematic strings that will resonate through your brain for days, oh yeah, and why not throw in some psyche synths and effected horns for added mystique

his selfless approach leaves the focus on Åsbakk, whose voice rings pure and true from the instrumental gloom, deftly traversing centuries and breathing new life into these songs

the live recordings again snipped, shaped, twisted and turned into sonic collage suitable scraps ready for the mother of all production efforts

If you need some jazz tickled celestial chillout for your summer inactivity then look no further.

It's a fine slice of opiated lo-fi exotica meets hazy dream pop

there is a genuine feeling of peace and contentment running through the album, something that she manages to channel to anyone in earshot with THAT voice

Scene set the kick drum arrives to get the crowd swaying and heads nodding, welcome Bzhezhinska's spiritual approach and cheer the less holy, dubbed out electronics.

“Circle of Dust” sprouts muted beats and even vaguely euphoric synth pads amongst the ambient dubiness, before the track morphs into the soul infused abstract machine haziness that they do better than most.