Taking a non-managerial deep dive into a shelf of vinyl I had begged, stole and inherited was a very new and self-indulgent feeling. Sticking in a horribly predictable way to my millennial roots, I’ve tried to include some records from Muma Lew’s collection (my maternal music muse) and a smattering of nostalgia. I don’t pretend to have “discovered this LUSH new coffee place” of genre bending but I hope it provides a Spring-like lifter, with a little bit of boogie and a little bit of pensiveness niceness. 

Please enjoy if you’re: 

A) On the cusp of a minor but important decision about where to go out for your first outdoor restaurant experience (roadmap stage dependent)

B) Not sure what kind of music you’re in the mood for but want to feel a little bit smug about the fact that you are listening to something that wouldn’t make it onto the radio 1 C-list 

C) Ready to delete all social media but have a bi-weekly toe dip using the instagammy web app 

D) Don’t mind listening to dubious mixing 

All the best you lovely mixtape lot…