somehow i wandered in this very different direction

Soothing third world chillout with screaming violin, clanging galvanized iron roof shingles, and mutant radio signals being broadcast amidst the squalor. Trust me, you don't want to hear V.1.

Downtempo groove with percussions make this spicy like Senegal? Zingy like Zimbabwe? Nice like Namibia!

Cut through the boredom with my saw wave and some fine funky futurejazz. Add some melancholic retro chords and suddenly, Air can eat my dusty tears.