I love Mondee Oliver. She created some amazing classic trax in collaboration with Larry Heard back in the day. Her voice & the spacey soul of Mr Fingers’ production takes me right back to that epoch of the late eighties/early nineties. I hear a deep ache in this music. What I remember of those times was how cavernous the yearning of our urban environments under Thatcher. We fucking meant it. Mondee Oliver pines, yearns, hurts, & this shit takes me right back. . . .