Why am I getting an urge to dig out precious groove by the much missed Rubicks, maybe even Kaputt and the Clerks now that I come to think of it. Might it be the way this softly purred motorik mirror ball floats amorphously into the kind of terrains whose dream draped cosmic visitation has the imagining of Jane Weaver retooling Moroder / Summer’s epic 70’s discoid moments only here, interspersed with a subtle post punk bite and a super funky clubland adoring underpin replete with the stratospheric tasting of a cruise controlling Eat Lights Become Lights. Just me then. Anyhow this is SeaWitches’ attempt at sneaking new nuggets beneath our radar without so much as a nudge, note or nod, it be called ‘no answers’. https://seawitches.bandcamp.com/
the sunday experience 