I’ve been on holiday. It was great. Arriving home wasn’t though. Lashing rain, over-priced bread, bike repairs, spreadsheets, deadlines, bad back, tea rounds, no beaches, jeans not swimming shorts, PPPPFFFFTTTNNNGGG. This, however, has provided a momentary escape back into a sun-drenched, Californian landscape where people wear tie-dye and call each other dude and the cops have wooden legs and their dogs have rubber teeth and the bluebird sings about the lemonade springs in the big rock candy mountain. Psychedelic, droney krautrock. Like.
