No fears of missing out seeking new sounds on your way to nextsavers clearly, serially befuddled. Update: ''no specs please, we're British,'' emails a reader. But forgive a bit of liberty taking, dog latin & an outbreak of words in italics as the podcast searches high and low for the next great bebop prodigy and ponders why veteran denizens of the jazz village do not get what nu jazz is about much who might come over a bit Gertcha at the thought. Meantime what's new is not at all a case of here be dragons erm lick sunt jazzones go on if you must, why not instead. Oh and if you are suddenly traumatised by dead languages and thoughts of a certain Churchillian wannabe then dispel the ennui by reminding yourselves of the glories of e.s.t's A Picture of Boris Travelling With Doris infinitely preferable, doncha think instead, than succumbing to the siren call of pre-ordering Unleashed. God. October is looking grim already. And the blanket Bozza fanboy coverage in the press hasn't even started in earnest.
It's more getting to know the non-dragons nu jazz Rhodesy vamp equivalent of what we like to call ''the Foat''.
A world away from bebop, nevertheless the Foat is everywhere as on Dolphin Foat/Masin masterpiece 'London Nights' from the pride of Isle of Wight his Foatness we rhapsodised about extensively last year.
Good on you Oreglo especially for your own particular spin on the Foat-meets-Mrakpor sound on your fine track, 'Levels.'
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