Like walking on a summer day with nowhere to go and no one to see, there’s a bittersweetness about the latest offering from North London’s Osquello. Opening with a blend of smooth jazz, and electronica that becomes more decadent with every layer of instrumentation added- piano joined by snatches of saxophone, snare and distortion -  the track builds and then suddenly changes direction. We walk past a window, we look even though we shouldn’t and see a snapshot of a life, ‘She wants a man, even though she’s hated men all her life/I don’t blame her’, Osquello raps over lethargic hip hop drums. 

The fleeting narrative leaves more questions than answers, but we have to keep walking, the building harmonies already taking us to another space, a psychedelic somewhere between Steve Lacy and Tame Impala. There’s a confident, decisive creativity in the arrangement and polish of the track which makes us intrigued to see where Osquello will take us next.