Oh shit! Silverlake Mocky is BACK like COOKED CRACK with the spiritual follow up top his immortal Saskamodie LP, a thing of uncanny gorgeousness and gorgeossity if e'er there was one. I am mid way through this guy right now and so far it is fucking sublime. Gonna play the shit out of some of this at my Pool evening at The Roosevelt on Thursday and cry golden unicorn tears. Splash.