The Fuck You Sound
An audio calling, the chimes of some lost forest entity searching for the waterfall. A path of kick drums chops a way through the undergrowth at dusk, or is this dawn. Distant drums and percussion of some as yet un-contacted tribe herding the music into new spacious pastures. These are a sonic Wychwood of dub, fire circles and burning herbs brought to the dancefloor. Woot.