Another Permanent Vacation release, another drop in an ocean of gold and honey, in their new Woolfy vs Projections’ 12 we are illuminated by Invisible Conga People’s astounding remix of Return of Starlight, a mournful nugget of wide-eyed-soul balearica, or synthetic fractals unfolding inside a ring of ghostly fire which burns deep in Pacific waters we sail at night, silent. This music has the scent of Vangelis’ sublime mystery, and its metronomic bass punctuation betrays ICP’s indubitable Italian heritage, taut bronze muscle flexing under a robe of velvet. Switch off the lights, light a cigarette and watch the shapes dancing in the darkness. After hours music at its smoothest.

Woolfy vs Projections- Return of Starlight (Invisible Conga People Remix)

I’ve meant to write about Escape from New York for a while, but I kept forgetting, it’s busy times in 20JFG’s condominium. The Disco Supreme peeps have given me the perfect excuse by including in their fantastic first release the rather astounding ‘Fire in my Heart’ in its instrumental dub version. More music for black cats to strut to curious in the periphery of the back entrance of a neon-lit club where, past curtains of crimson, chromed androids perform a ballet mecanique of the dance of the seven veils with eerie clockwork precision for a subdued audience enveloped in purple smoke.

A parallel universe where David Lynch shot Blue Velvet at the Roxy exists, and this is its music, the forgotten echo of a warm dream resurfacing from the pit of the subconscious as you walk past the open gates of a building on one cold Berlinese morning, to see on the corner of your eye an alluring figure disappearing into the shadows of an abandoned patio.

Escape from New York- Fire in My Heart (Instrumental Dub version)

Our latest discovery is Kustonbeater, a Luxemburguese cat who, in Automat aux Tomates, provides us with sounds indispensable for a hallucinated giallo odyssey. The reflection of a black bird on a decadent window display bouncing against wraparound sunglasses that hide the eyes of a slender murder diva walking past you in a busy Milano street, poison lipstick and a collection of razorblades hanging from a silver chain, turn around to spy sly on her furred back so distinctive in the grey human sea to behold but a black amorphous ectoplasm of bad seductive vibes crowding behind her stilettoed footsteps, Jan Hammer and Logic System should be proud.

Kustonbeater- Automat Aux Tomates

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All images above from Tommyboy’s hall of mirrors.