LHF are a shadowy collective existing in the liminal space beyond most standard definitions. They have a musical vision that bubbles up deep from below, as if from a different era, one uncontaminated by current trends and cluttered distractions. Their membership is ill-defined, their methods clandestine and their motives unclear, strange forces are coalescing, vast subterranean hoards of dubplates are being assembled, psychotropic riddims made ready to be unleashed on an unsuspecting public. What is for certain however is the vast expanse of raw, experimental sounds emitting from the camp, stretching out above London's pirate airwaves and beyond, radiating towards cities like LA, Rio or Mumbai and beyond, refarcting their influences and perhaps even stretching to the celestial bodies, where only Sun Ra dare gaze.