The car moved slowly, weaving between the traffic and the flickering lights up ahead. The myriad of colours whizzed by as they entered the rollerstate – the city encompassed everything and swallowed it whole.

There was silence in the backseat. The driver made little motion but for the occasional twist of the wheel.

Outside there was noise, outside there was madness.

Inside there was peace. A subtle warmth to the bubble in which he sat.

The city was his home.

Mosley Jr. releases an excellent collection of deep, dubbed out house music with delicate moods and nostalgic references. This one sounds as good on a lonely bus ride home as it would in the club. Heads down.