After months of careful excavation and meticulous restoration, dj echotree finds his way to ZitStill with a singular artefact. Delving into lost remnants of the spirit world, a gapless collage of found footage, spoken word and otherworldly jazz slowly emerged. A mute yet eloquent testimony, held together by instinct and the steady pulse of the MPC. Much remains to be uncovered about this entity and its teachings, rooted in beliefs that left no written trace. What is known is its devotion to the human touch, unafraid of imperfection. A form of worship rich in texture, best experienced on hazy afternoons and mist-laden mornings.

Then, almost suddenly, it was there. Born from noisy experiments, like a summer storm carrying the scent of Sun Ra, with ripples of lo-fi anchored in a Black sense of presence rather than projection. The outlines of this album took shape within a single twenty-four-hour immersion — a rough brush stroke of which only one recording was preserved. This LP is pressed on one side only; the other left open, bearing a handwritten note from the artist. A reminder that absence is not a lack, but a space intentionally left unfilled.

The artwork is composed of cutouts from discarded magazines found by the roadside. Torn images, surfaces, textures — a quiet interrogation of the imperial Western gaze, not through confrontation, but through re-arrangement. What once sought to dominate is reduced to fragments, something that can be touched and reimagined. This record exists as an offering, a moment of relation. Something left behind not to be owned, but to be inhabited.