*In process of stocking.* Best yet from Luke J Murray’s multiple, ‘nuum-surfing personas; a murky deep topographic reading of East London’s palimpsest of paranormal energies, hardcore and pubcore.

Splicing fragments of overheard convos from East London public houses with a palette of sawn-off jungle, Eski grime, drill, UKG and plasmic ooze, Murray’s first act as Superior London Pulp is a logical successor to turns as Stonecirclesamper and with Nonexistant and The Iceman Junglist Kru. 

Coming into his own somewhere to the left of Moon Wiring Club anachronisms and Black Zone Myth Chant’s screwed psychedelia, Murray stitches 12 tracks into a groggy narrative that can literally be read thru its evocative track titles, such as ‘Haunted Cassette Spools From ’92 Jungle Tape Packs Washed Up On Bermondsey Beach Waste Away And Dissolve Into The Thames Like Nightmares’, or ‘This Is Where C. Wilson Wrote Ritual In The Dark’, or better taken as a headphone soundtrack to dérives around the East End on a sticky hot day.

Between the splice of Wiley flutes and field recordings in ‘Cold Water’ and the ambient fade-out ‘Have You Been To Derr Park’, Murray waves his divining rods over East LDN’s mazy hash of mashed memories and publore marbled with radical energies, with results ultimately resembling a regression session in the back room of an old boozer, prompting residual come-ups-by-proxy from decanted memories and Proustian, memory-jogging patchworked samepledelia. - Boomkat