"Strange how tings remain the same while all the time we a try fee make change." Empire has feasted and departed. The rotting "ex-colonial" is left to try sort itself out: "September…my cousin …..build a burning spliff……..(abyssal laughter echoes)… for the very first time…now he's burning rocks… it's June"

As spaceape's resonant voice emerges slowly from the pit of Kode9's sinous, bass heavy production a growing sense of realisation slowly dawns that "Sine" is actually Prince's dystopian eighties epic "Sign of the Times" – translated further down, right down, deep down into a the hole, the void of Babylon's absence.

The jagged mess of broken promises that remains, when Babylon "a-gone", when it has fecked off in search of new territories. Leaving nothing, not even ash and your language too is "thiefed." Inarticulate - You are left not even a voice with which to speak: "I tried hard to master your language but could only manage colloquial isms and skisms"

No past, no present and the future sure ain't what it used to be. Buy, beg, borrow steal this album and "apply de correction."

Reviewed by Krossie

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