Powerfully strange, melancholic, Londoner meditations about the roots, routes and after-lives of the West African diaspora. Rollicking recordings at the Christ Reformed Church in Peckham are combined with LA's own sombre, throbbing, oscillating synth-work. Moodier and deeper than his precious Mogya albums, but extending their troubled consideration of cultural legacy. Like them, self-released in a short run, soon gone — so don't hang about.