Since we’re apparently doing Hailstorms In May out here on the Thames Delta, here’s some appropriately chilly music.
I love Phurpa. Go on. You know you want to.
No CD, and I’m fucked if I’n buying a cassette for reasons previously noted, but this is big oceanic drift energy.
This is glorious. Wish I had the spare cash for the CD this week. (EDIT: fuck it. Bought it anyway.)