Fair weather folly, anthropocentric catastrophes & an endless plateau with a concaved rim somewhere or is it nowhere at all? There Is No There There returns, as it does, in its lazy fortnightly fashion. So what's the craic for Episode 18 ...?

... 1970s Yugoslavian folk lipping with backwards-masking, enough IDM to keep the Gen X'ers fed and obese, gorgeously terrifying 1980s field recordings from the Igloo imprint, old school computer drones brushed tenderly with live bassoon and flute from the Mecca that was (but kind of still is) Mills College in Oakland and a whispering roar of late-1960s nightmarish poetry within the cadence of creaking reels. No compound oils m8 (singular or plural depending on who tunes out), just jojoba.

Keep it dripping / Save the cetaceans!