Playing tracks by
The Winterhouse, Shivering In Static, Belong, Michael Trommer, Sawako and more.
Keep calling vultures, and we conspire to drag dead corpses up hills. Or we could be alien observers, in worlds that aren't ours. A mix of two halves: one built on rustling music communications; the other poignancy fractures at the blend. All tracks were chosen by title, and soundtrack a personal survey. Is collated mood too obtuse, in comparison to what runs oblique? I am currently looking to collaborate with a broad range of artists I admire, for a forthcoming 2CD volume dedicated to Oxford's Warneford Hospital Crisis Day services. If you are interested in featuring on either disc, contact me directly at [email protected] - Foci's Left