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The chars were emerging as some chunk of makeshift swamp coolers blasted the soil surrounding our motorbikes. Sunburn vapours floating grey all around, licking our necks with heavy hazy tongues. Just oppressive and gross. Blah.

Someone says heat waves are among the most dangerous natural hazards. I guess that the magnetic tides did not help at all. For sure, recreational sleep deprivation aside, it was days of relentlessly documented tipsy headaches, thermometric cicada noises and weird-ass hallucinations. It is what it is. The age of earthquakes. We drink from our black plastic bags with a straw pushing a bit of oxygen thru our reptile brains. Just half a pack of synthetic tobacco for the ride. No internet. Whatever.

She looks at me behind the war metal glasses and the silicone frog mask high on desert dust. Sweaty pools on her shoulders. Eyes purple with adrenaline. Map on the scratched screen. “It says that at this point we should be hearing that fucking flute”. We stop amidst the geysers. We can see the monoliths and stone gods ready to eat up all the solar storms and the thunder. Towards the horizon, second moon is up. Damn. Water rises to our knees, green with bloating sounds. Just what we needed. We’re stuck. “Turn up the radio. Let’s hope it lasts five minutes.” After trashing a bunch of fake subtropical signals, the radio plays a flute. She takes off the mask and explodes in a grin: “This is it man, we made it! No man’s land. The real fucking thing.” I light one up and let the sight get blurred: “You betcha.”

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All Lagoss tracks with Kuntari on Guitar and Cornet.
Recorded in Bandung, Java @ Tesla Manaf Studio, August 2024.
Mixed by Lagoss, Tenerife, Canary Islands, May 2025
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All Babau tracks from a late night two hours jam session in Porto Potenza Picena, Italy, December 2024
Mixed by Babau in Cleulis di Paluzza and various airports, April 2025. Babau would like to thank: weed

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Mastered by Daniel García
Artwork by hallouminadi
Layout by baiubaiu