Author Archives: Jammo

Ghost Dubs – Dub Battle (2024)

It’s Thursday afternoon, 28 °C here, and I’m baking some Laugenstangen while listening to modernist dub deeper than the Mariana Trench, courtesy of Ghost Dubs. Released last year on The Bug’s Pressure Sounds label, it’s minimal, spectral, and about as deconstructed as you can get. A phantom in my headphones.

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Bobby Lyle – Inner Space (1978)

Dydd Mercher, and it’s a stunner here: 25 °C, one cloud in the sky — “Nimbo cumulo” vibes for all you Fast Show fans (showing my age here) — and I can see all the way out to Serra do Marão. So, in that spirit, let’s enjoy a gorgeous bit of ethereal soul-jazz noodling from Bobby Lyle’s 1978 album, New Warrior.

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Timothy J. Fairplay – I Lay Awake at Night Scheming, 2023

Dydd Mawrth. It’s a beautiful day in the valley, and I’m enjoying this trancedance tape‑house belter from the inimitable Timothy J. Fairplay. Saturated drums, beautiful melodies, and darkly weirdness—what more could you ask for?

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Trees Speak – Pyramid (2021)

Lacking sleep and lurching around the studio with a sort of zombie gait… it’s Monday, I suppose. Anyway, I’ve got this bubbling on the headphones: taken from Trees Speak’s magnificent 2021 album, Vertigo of Flaws on Soul Jazz Records. Music is the healing force of the universe and all that. I’m off for another cup of builders. peace x

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Ossia – Control, 2016

Hard to believe this one’s nearly a decade old! I remember the first time I heard it was on the dancefloor at Griessmühle (RIP). After eight years of living in Berlin at the time, words cannot express how bored I was with Berlin techno. Hearing this was like being 17 again, dropping acid-laced Mitsis at locals-only dub nights at the Commi Centre on Cowley Road, surrounded by old dudes supping Guinness and local rudeboys. A track that marries metallic industrial power with the Looney-Tunes dancehall of Mister Vegas or Vybz Kartel — and a massive breath of fresh air.

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The Brian Jonestown Massacre – Tombes Oubliées, 2019

Dydd Iau. It’s 32°C in my small provincial town, nestled among the magic mountains of northern Portugal. The sky has that misty hue normally reserved for 1970s US road movies. So it seems fitting to be listening to this hazy, wide-angled meisterwerk from the band’s eponymous 2019 album.

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