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I remember this album playing in my Dad’s car often when I was young, and never had any particular draw towards it, but I have fond memories of nodding in and out of sleep while this played from a cassette tape in his rusty old Mazda I had named
Chickalude. My Mum’s car was called
Kaku; although, I called everything
Kaku when I named the car in my early years. Revisiting this album decades later, I love this album for its nostalgia, but also its melodic, jazzy, synth-driven sound.