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This is what happened. On the night that the worst heat wave in Polynesia history finally broke-that night of July 19-entire Bora-Bora was lashed with the most vicious thunderstorm I have ever seen. We lived on Pound Low, and we saw the first of the storms beating its way across the water toward us just before dark. For an hour before, the air had been utterly still. The heat was like a solid thing, and it seemed as deep as a sullen quarry-water. That afternoon we had gone swimming, but the water was no relief unless you went out deep. We came back to the house and we sat without talking much, smoking and looking across the sullen flat mirror of the sea, a few powerboats droned back and forth. The thunderheads were getting closer, pushing away the blue. There was no doubt now that a storm was coming. The clouds twisted and rolled, now black, now purple, now veined, now black again. And the storm came over……..That was when it started getting dark….but no, that’s not exactly right. My thought at the time was not that it was getting dark but that the lights in the market has gone out. I looked up at the fluorescents in a quick reflex action, and I wasn’t alone. And at first, until I remembered the power failure, it seemed that was it, that was what had changed the quality of the light, then I remembered they had been out all the time we had been in the market and things hadn’t seemed dark before. Then I knew, even before the people at the window started to yell and point.
The mist was coming. It came with lazy speed. It was white and bright but non-reflecting. It was coming fast, and it had blotted out most of the sun.

Born in the dark streets of Cairo, grown to the unforgettable forests of Santa Esmeralda, spending its teen years in Bombay and Tangier markets, mature into the deep spacey Jungle of Ghana we proudly present you a new label from the land of the pyramids: SHANGO RECORDS invites you to an unheard world music psychedelic trip

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