Burning deeper and yearning softer than Octo's first SILK outing, Let Me See You, Oh Love soundtracks dreams that can’t be followed, love that can’t last, futures that won’t solve the present. The dancefloor dissolves into warm, womby atmospheres, tear-jerk body-works, the poise of poignancy.
A lot of stuff on this marvellous compilation reminds me of some old bands I've gone too long without hearing. Any of you who can recall the likes of 2 Phat ****'s or Mory Kante shouldn't sit on this one. Ben Harris