Chasing after the herbs like Druids, a peppery Anansi with a pink balayage hurried by carrying a bunch of loose cables and heavy bulky bags. Mumbling something to herself, we believe she said: “Music is my name. I’m a dreamer.”, we followed her about but soon after lost her path. Walking our way back, a few of these cables were scattered amongst bushes and the mossy forest ground, we found a small cardboard box containing 4 or 5 cassettes. Most of them seemed to be unused, but one read “Death Roads &” on one side, and “Spirit Ways” on the other.

A somewhat divine and powerful revision of the dub sound, stripped down, full of space, hiss and dynamic depth. A beautiful shimmering with analog wash and broken textures. Dirty and deep, breathing smoke like breathing life. Dubient.

Play it loud. On big speakers. Inhale. Enjoy.