Trees blowing left of the wind,
Autumn it finally begins,
Pulling inwards once again,
What the gurus recommend.
Don't stop here, no,
Don't stop here, no,
Don't stop here, no,
Don't stop here, no.
On the third day we shall rise,
Before then it's safe to hide,
From the hustle of this life,
Easy for some but not I.
Don't stop here, no,
Don't stop here, no,
Don't stop here, no,
Don't stop here, no.
You're fine, you're fine, this life, this life
You're fine, you're fine in this life
You're fine, you're fine, this life, this life
You're fine, you're fine in this life
You're fine, you're fine, this life, this life
You're fine, you're fine in this life
You're fine, you're fine, this life, this life
You're fine, you're fine in this life
A brilliant album combining soul, electronica, afrobeat and a little dub and psychedelia. Written and produced by Welsh bassist Huw, mixed by me. Scrimshire
supported by 52 fans who also own “Don't Stop Here (feat. Ego Ella May)”
Like so many others, this came like a bolt out of the blue and, even though it's well before payday, I had to have this astonishing album on vinyl to prove it exists. The feel of the tunes makes me feel like the Impressions do, Curtis Mayfield, the big spaces and instinctive horns and stuff drifting in and out. Great grooves and I can see lots of ghosts nodding along to this with big smiles on their faces. At last! Anthony Cottrell