<p><span><span>- Sleepless existential dread sums up my feelings of listening to <em>Ghost Town</em>. <em>In a good way</em>. Following up from 2018’s <em>Native Tongue</em>, Mojo Juju teams up with producer Joelistics once again for a contemplative EP exploring the thoughts that keep us awake in the dark. Doubts and lost loves because they’re never about taxes.</span></span></p>

<p><span><span>- Fresh off the release of horrorcore masterwork <em>There Existed An Addiction To Blood</em>, experimental hip-hop wunderkinds Clipping have dropped a three song EP of sea-faring, sci-fi shanties. Appropriately titled <em>The Deep</em>, it explores the afro-futurist fantasies of Detroit techno heavyweights <strong>Drexciya</strong>, whose music soundtracked an Atlantis-esque society of drowned African children whose mothers were thrown from slave ships across the Atlantic sea.

- Find A Home is a subtle meeting of sounds and moods, gently being sown together into a surprisingly compelling, cohesive headspace. Its creators, Downend, have really made me think about that space. In a way that’s distinctly not traditional its almost a psychedelic journey and the weirdness is amplified by the fact that Downend don’t look much like a psych band. At first glance the Brisbane jazz duo perform like one of those Sunday afternoon cafe acts, letting the easy-listening roll forth via improvised vocalise and neat little guitar licks.

- “The past is a foreign country, they do things differently there.”, is the opening line to L.P. Hartley’s The Go-Between, suggesting what happens when you look back in time and either half-remember or actively misrepresent what took place there. So, what from our past is “bad”? Hairstyles, early tastes in forgettable music, and the greatest judgement of all – fashion. Was corduroy that bad a fabric choice? Flares, paisley jackets, tie-dyed shirts?

- Ah, the much dreaded sophomore album is now upon Colorado’s Blood Incantation. We’re now three years removed from the triumphant proclamation of Starspawn. To follow an album that drew such critical praise with one that consists of a scant four-song track listing begs curiosity. Listening to the record itself, curiosity becomes puzzlement, then frustration and finally: mystification. Such a mystery is not one to be solved –in keeping with the astounding album cover– you can only accept and marvel at what’s in front of you.