reggae-drone.  outstanding

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a bit literal but who can think in this heat. lee perry’s slow, langorous, beat is trapped in molasses. it sounds as hazy as it looks outside. the repitition is trance-like and seems to go on and on, perfect for sitting in a daze in some scarce shade, sipping the local malt, losing time, letting your thoughts slip from daydream to mirage …