Dolled up in 90s hand-me-downs traipsing along damp through the early summer rains Elixa could kid ya that you can reminisce on your time in living in London, except you can’t because despite being insufferable you do remain social tolerable in a way retired expats do not. Alter(ing) States in all their finery flowing Hobart by way of Newcastle by way of Sydney by way of Papunya, licking up a Sardine V x Tester Housing palette of city-fied existence and flopping out at the feet of Ras G and the dreariest of Massive Attack. There’s an Everything But the Girl quality to Amelia Besseny’s haunt, amber preserves in a sea of Scandi-strange, and a tape-loop broken hip hop cassette to tie it all down. Simple beasts live in shower drains clogged with Hyperdub hair, skunk funk post-punk boiling water in the billy from a beaten-up bottle acquired in an airport far far away.are better reference points.