The Third Summer Of Love vinyl

"And it was at this point that the experts began to admit that they'd made a mistake. That five two eight was not the frequency of love, was not the heavenly frequency, but was the frequency of death, was the frequency of the sun moving towards the abyss. That we'd all been listening to things in reverse, as in a mirror, and that the third summer of love was the summer of blood. And it was at that point, when the end was in sight, that I decided to turn off the radio." Hiele Kinsella delivers two tracks of unapologetically avant-garde stuff, opening with the spoken word, electronica, unnerving poetics and deeply atmospheric drones of its title number. Whirs, refrains, and unsettling string spirals surround the listener, abstract words packed with symbolism boring a hole directly to the centre of your soul. Flip it to find the unarguably nice and jarringly inviting, hushed piano solo of 'Arabesque'. Weird and wonderful stuff.

Piers Harrison