Short of an upcoming 12" on De Stijl comes yet another late night jam from the Hype Williams/London/Berlin street posse and this time way more dreamed out lament. We've been enjoying Paradise Sisters' longer Tijuana Haze sesssions that also explore that hey isn't pop culture fuckkked sometimes? and perverse but interesting and also misplaced emotions when it switches into Hal Hartley-style impt-moment chords after all that pale dissonance, very "London" for sure, heaps of smoggy ectoplasm in these low and druggy broken melodied drones.
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