This is one of Apiento`s. I have to admit that I had no idea who Orson Wells is (other than “` Cane”`s late great auteur) and had to ask. Apiento then played me “Leaving” on Live At Robert Johnson, which sounds like Telephones doing Sueno Latino, chimes, dreams, descending bass-line, bells like surf, before the whistles and the Acid kick in. Phuture reprised. Hardfloor on an AM trip.

With releases on Chiwax and Innervisions, there`s a new LARJ 12 due at the end of August, and limited run (Discogs says 48 copies) of a mini album on cassette called “Jupiter”, through his record shop of choice, Tactile (on associated label Planète Sauvage), with perhaps a live set up to follow.

A percussion of flames. Campfires, woodland, streams, drones and psychedelic sunshine. Ritual drumming. Trance dance in a Punk Funk jungle. Dub, delay, tropics of the mind. Swinging through the trees. Cabaret Voltaire caught in a dragnet, deep in sin. “E2-E4” heading for hot destinations. Bass odysseys. Proto-House traffic jams. Machine Soul. A big screen Techno dissolve. Moroder love. Italo Human Leagues being boiled. Hard corps, Electro hommes. Darker arbeiten. Thundering existentialism. Cosmic Pop. Busy wildlife overheard.