If there's anything the 2020 lock-down has been missing it's been the Twitter commentary of experimental music's own enfant-terrible WANDA GROUP/LJ/PRESSURE CARCASS. His mischief, caustic call-outs and hilarity embossed in capital might have drifted away, but we're delighted that he's spent some instead documenting 127 beguiling (!!) tracks of musical verite, recorded over August on his phone in Huddersfield. Where do we start with this one.... perhaps the most honest and stripped-back collection of musique concrete there's ever been? Where autuers of the genre mostly mould delicately selected audio fragments to piece together a narrative, LJ instead just turns on his phone whenever he feels appropriate and shares the moment with us untouched. It's sound-art; songs with his daughter MTP; sounds of work and play; sounds of doing nothing; the sound of life uncovered and rendered unvarnished in its all its banality, hilarity, sadness & beauty. In his own words: "IT FEATURES SOUNDS OF HUDDERSFIELD, THE BREWERY AND WHATEVER FUCKING ELSE IS INSIDE THAT LOT. DRUMS, BANJOS, SINKS AND TAPS AND A BATH AND LOADS OF STUPID FUCKING CARS THAT DRIVE TOO FAST UP OUR ROAD. DRUMS AND RADIO FREQUENCIES FROM THE CAR AND OTHER POINTLESS SHIT."