Irrational Fiction #7 by Bryan Kessler

»Music and words. Transitions. No expectations. Dive into a journey from morning to day, from the sleezy afternoon to the wild evening - until night catches light and everything seems like a flashback. Two turntables and a mixer, some favorite sweets, scratching Sun-Ra’s space poetry to loud drum machines. Seems dancy. Recorded in Cologne while tree’s flew trough the streets.«