After some time pursuing the endless summer, both in aesthetics and reality, I’ve come back with a slight disdain for all things ‘tropical’. Nothing wrong with nice weather and beaches, but paradise is often compromised by the haze of orientalism. That being said, pollution does make for the best sunsets.

I’ve come home to Australia with a renewed interest in house music and tempos that sit away from the equator, so to speak. There are loads of aesthetics to explore in the immediate surrounds of my temporary studio in a suburban garage, amidst my dad’s plumbing tools and instructional VHS tapes.

This mix is a chance to introduce some new directions, tempos and aliases. Things are a little faster now, but still pretty thin and light footed. Still into nature, insofar as the Toilet Duck makes an appearance. Still into water, but this time it’s a dunny rather than a waterfall. I’m hanging out where the sewer meets the sea, in a shit old 4wd, with my dad in the passenger seat.