Richard John-Riley

now we were initially going to go on and on and on at length about how much this put us in a transcendental state, the type of which, much minded us of some kind of astral travelling mystical mantra cobbled together by an incense sticks festooned gathering of Spacemen 3, Slipstream and Sunray types. But that was yesterday. Today, I’m not so sure, fully immersing ourselves in the tranquil dream drifting mirages, these bliss toned woozy weaves of hypno grooved hullucinogenia mesmerically mutate as though the work of a super chilled and clearly stoned Clinic somewhat adrift just off the fabled shores of monsterism island whittling out mellowing cosmic campfire hymnals which ought to be the cause of swooning fits among Cheval Sombre admirers we shouldn’t wonder. Anyhow, this is the truncated version of new groove by Richard John-Riley through those old records entitled ‘I can’t tell you (how this feels)’ it comes pressed up on limited quantities of coloured wax of a 12 inch style – an album ‘holloway’ is looming in the near distance.

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