Fade out of the humidity and into this. Looming ominously, the following one hundred and thirty eight minutes are a product of their time: rising sea levels, sweltering temperatures, dense fog and waves of radiation. Governed equally by the spiritual and the secular, by science and superstition, magic and economy: Mammane’s organ, Odetta’s baritone, Patsy’s guitar. Soul, Jazz, Country, Gospel, Ambience. There are ghosts residing in guitars and synths alike, the instruments transporting them across space and time. Embrace the transience, listen to their stories and surf the rising tides where solace awaits you . . .
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