Proper Pleased in the Rosegarden

Warp records, microtones, wow and flutter nostalgia, labyrinthine bayside housing estates, cider drunk acknowledging every individual leaf in the tree above your head, acrid herbs bought over the counter at Asha, enough Amyllrightmate that you’re seeing cats for the rest of your life. It’s a record about being a teenager and getting proper pleased in St. Annes park with your friends who are still your friends. A love that sticks syphilitically to your spine and brain. Backbreakers to Zappa. Going bug eyed and yellow like a Simpson as the day breaks.