Mother fuck a summer yo. And on that note, mother fuck a copper, got that Maserati dancin' on that bridge, pussy poppin'.
Autumn is where it's at, and following on from my recent piece about artists making Burial-influenced ambient pieces, Night Tracks' own Kelle pops up with this gem to remind us that, hey, he does it too, and maybe the end of summer isn't the disaster it's hyped up to be.
Check it out. Ghost Train is bleak as hell, and the subtle bass pressure pushes it over the edge into the "My Recent Favourites" category.
More of this please dude!
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