Songs have stories, songs tell us stories and then there are the stories we make around songs. We just returned from a long journey into distant archipielagos shrouded in mystery and wonder, pushed forward by the capricious sounds of this beautiful music. May its power take you in the direction of glimmering treasures as valuable, but different, from those we found.

We have been in love with Quiet Village for a long time, ever since we first delved into their unfathomable depths of subtle emotion and discovery, pressed into the sweet black wax of already legendary Whatever We Want 12 inches. Their full-length, Silent Movie, is but breath-taking, a hidden beach of pristine water where you can see yourself reflected in a blue world, all worries and difficulties shed from your soul like black clouds blown away by a breeze, healing. We hear their music, and other music of the past resonating in the perfection of their pastel coloured compositions, echoes of memories always palpitating warm, arranged with love-begotten precision.

And the strings, oh, the strings.

Quiet Village Project- Pacific Rhythm

If Rinder and Lewis sins’ are deadly, then hell must be a rather sweet place, and the transition into it one where we are led by the slender hands of graceful devils of such unearthly beauty they had to be cast away from Heaven least they make the angels crazed with envy. This music is a beacon illuminating the sidereal darkness from the silvery hull of a cruiser sailing towards the coral reefs of Andromeda, which are in outer space but feel underwater, as Sven Libaek and Werner Herzog know.

Rinder and Lewis- Lust

Our beloved chanteuse Sally Shapiro is releasing a Remix Romance with participation from wonderful peoples such as Lindstrom, Junior Boys, Skatebard or Holy Fuck. And then The Juan McLean, who has been making us shake our hips piano with his fantastic Happy House. In his remix of ‘I Know You Are My Love’ he builds a Moroderian Nostromo around Sally’s small body and launches it in a robotic disco odyssey through delighted galaxies of pink, destination unknown, and lucky.

Sally dreams of singing inside a frosty cryogenic chamber, and in dreaming sings, and is her song one of such beauty that even the forbidding guardians of the walls of sleep are convinced to let it pass into reality, and thus it resonates sweet and ghostly inside the quiet corridors of the ship, and makes machines fall from homoeostasis into love, the tapestry of synths which surge in the blissful breakdown but their enthralled response.

Sally Shapiro- I Know You Are My Love (Juan MacLean Remix)

Friday- Join us at:

Loves Saves the Day

Sunday 30th in Brighton at Heist, free entry and cosmic sounds, dress to impress and above all, dance. 8-1AM