The terrific opening salvo of this thrilling prospect of a label, imprint of the eleven-strong, Bristol-based collective. Intensely intimate, dread ruminations about racism, being and the UK — rooted in the dub poetry of LKJ and Mutubaruka — in tense, widescreen settings by Amos Childs, out of Jabu and O$VMV$M, and Sam Kidel, moonlighting from The Death Of Rave. Hotly recommended.