Sam Smith
Nirvana E.P. (RSD22)

Finally repressed ! Tim Maia, THE Brazilian Funk Soul Godfather was the real thing. His 1970 debut album introduced his audacious talent, as well as North American soul and funk musical influences, forever changing Brazilian popular music.

Sind N'Bassa - Afro Funk music from the Togolese singer Mamo Lagbema. Records in a good shape but sound very noisy !

Badisad Obistroz is a collection of windy improvised recordings, recorded in 2010 over a one-week-session.edition of 100 copies with screen print art work by french artist Laetitia Benat.Badisad Obistroz is a wind blowing in Afghanistan. Mara’amu a wind blowing in Tahiti. Migjorn is a southern hot wind, rare and moderate, blowing in the Roussillon, France. A white squall is a sudden and violent windstorm at sea which is not accompanied by the black clouds generally characteristic of a squall. Chergui (Arabic : šarqīa شرقية) is the name of a continental southeasterly wind which blows on the most part of Morocco, a hot and dry wind coming from the Sahara Desert. A williwaw is a sudden blast of wind descending from a mountainous coast to the sea. The word is of unknown origin, but was earliest used by British seamen in the 19th century. Khamsin (Arabic: خمسين‎ khamsīn), more commonly known in Egypt as khamaseen, is a dry, hot, sandy local wind, blowing from the south, in North Africa and the Arabian Peninsula.

Soul Mekanik engineer some Wonky Disco of a more modern kind. Mind Fair`s Rogue Cat Sounds licensing the Maurice Fulton “freak-loving” mix of Go Upstairs from their 2005 album, Eighty-One. Coupling this with The Mekanik`s Balearic Burundi take on Martha & The Muffins` Echo Beach. Featuring Isabelle Antena on vocals.

Another limited edition cassette tape. This time in metallic gold, with premium gold foil Jcard.BVS presents this essential story with over 60 mins of beats on Nullify (A) & Elevate (B).

If you stand long enough at this bus shelter, it will begin to snow. The horizon that ends the road outward often feels like it will crawl closer, but it remains the same distance, the same traffic. When running on a track and the centrifugal force begins to carry you, and you feel as if racing the other user on the track is the winning solution, remember to race the track itself. The track does not move. The meditation of punching a brick wall is still a meditation. The moment you decide to walk, as the horizon is not far off, the moment you race the white chalk lines on the clay field you're running, when the bricks break before you, you find you the outcome. Place your phone in your pocket and sit back in the seat of this bus, place your head between your knees, and brace for impact. The scream of glass is only a second, then the peace of glitter as it becomes particles around you is overwhelming in beauty. You are the outcome. You are what made it this far in a single day, a mayfly's life-cycle, a work shift, several movies streaming in a dark room on a laptop, a cat's fur glowing. Turn the key for your flat and enter. Welcome home. Again.