A love letter to the generation before us.
Before the sirens. Before the rewinds. Before the rave.
There was warmth. Harmony. Lovers Rock.
These frequencies scored my inception — shaped me before I even arrived.
This is the soundtrack to slow wine in front rooms, to soft defiance, to Black British tenderness.
A tribute to the aunties and uncles.
To the dreams of my daddy’s teenage years.
To the moment my mummy and pops met through a crowded room.
This is not nostalgia.
This is reverence.
This is where the ceremony begins.
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