End Summerless: a mix to accompany impressions of a summer now apparently ending, with a strange sense of somehow never having started; not worth talking about perhaps, but listening's the thing. Conspiring with fellow-travellers in ambient-drone and atmospheric electronica, Alan Lockett compiles a document of days:
“To soundtrack this summer of wan light and spotty sun, dusky airs and minimal graces, called for an ambience more stunned than blissed, more wooze than chill. To fill the aestival lacuna, an ending to these unseasoned months was sought in sounds silky and sulky alike dredged from a May-September trawl and spun into an hour-long tone tract. This is music for staying home to, for taking you under, for huddling down against the rains and riots, against the longueurs and lootings, summoning up a season in the act of listening.”
