Four luscious, beach-coasting, jet-skiing tracks from the depths of Detroit via Manchester from Hidden Spheres.

Vocal tracks that undulate with 'mmm's and 'uuuh's for the real deal summer feel. Sweeping Rhode lines, organic percussion to make the thumbs raw and those deep, woofing basses that just keep on giving.

Hidden Spheres going for the jugular. Melting the sun like butter on a roasting-hot lobster.[info sheet from distr.]