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Good day listeners, wherever you are. Trevor here. Welcome to the Virtual Cassette Library. Episode 260. A 12 track virtual tape with a metaphysical flip at the half way mark. If you make music, or are a label, and would like to be featured, send your file links or Bandcamp codes to trevlad@gmail.com. I’d love to hear what you’re working on. Please leave a tip and subscribe to the Mixcloud channel every little helps. A groovy, cinematic, and eclectic journey blending indie folk introspection, global psychedelic funk, French electronic cool, post-rock elegance, and atmospheric psychedelia. Side A cruises through cosmic weight, mechanical playfulness, and sun-drenched grooves. Side B percolates with jazzy structures, vaporous textures, and sleek professionalism before ending on a pointed, trippy note. Overall mood: Stylish, nostalgic, and transportive with a strong retro-cinematic flair—warm, hypnotic, and playfully sophisticated. Perfect for golden-hour drives, late-night listening, or stylish background grooves. I’ve gone back to doing more podcast style episodes but I’ll do all the talking now in the intro as I’ve put a lot of love into making seamless segued mixes. There is just one break halfway through the episode to give the “virtual cassette” title a meaning. The shows are free for the first week and then go to my very few subscribers who get to enjoy the 260 episodes plus the 822 other shows whenever they like all for the price of… I actually don’t know what you can buy for 3 quid. It used to be a coffee. This episode is inspired by the key of G minor and based on the amazing retro synth runs of “A Study In Vapors” by “Bluetech” from a release that’s in my top 5 of the year so far “Petite Constellations”. Every tenth episode I do a best of show. So all these tracks have probably been featured by me over the years and have a special place, for me, in some way. On this episode you’ll be aurally pleasured by Berlin based legends To Rococo Rot with a track simply called “cars”. Originally released on the 1999 album “The Amateur View” which should be in everyone’s collection. Naples based group Psyché grab our hips with “Cumbia Mahàre” from their debut Four Flies Records, self titled, 2023 release. Then a trio that have infected me over the past few years, Khruangbin, here joined by the vocal stylings of Leon Bridges in the track “Chocolate Hills” from their 2022 EP Texas Moon. After that Vincent Taeger aka Tiger Tigre together with, well, himself, in the track “Sport Mécanique” which takes me back to my childhood. My parents watch all sports on tv and this just puts me in that world of 80s sports jingles. It’s taken from the compilation album “ERR REC Library Vol.4 Physical Activity” from 2023. Ending the A side is the Los Angeles, California based roots reggae infected Pachy García aka Pachyman and the track “Sunset Sound” from the album “The Return of…” released in 2021. Starting off Side B with Vienna, Austria based synth maestro Dorian Concept and the track “Eigendynamik (Elevator Version)” from the 2020 album “The Jitters”. Followed by my favourite Stockholm based artist of recent years Joel Danell better known as Sven Wunder. Here with the piece “Pop-Jazz Structures”. Every one of Joels tracks puts me in a happy space. This is from his 2023 album “Late Again”. Then anyone who has followed the channel knows that I love odd time signatures and the track “Percolator” is in 5/8 and is by the one of a kind originals Stereolab. Taken from the 2025 album “Emperor Tomato Ketchup”. This leads into the featured Seattle, Washington based, Evan Bartholomew, better known as, Bluetech track “A Study In Vapors”. Then the penultimate piece for today comes in the form of one of my all time go to artists Air with the track “Les Professionnels” from their debut 1997 EP Premiers Symptômes. Finishing us off is Salvia Plath aka RUN DMT with nostalgic samples over a hypnotic acoustic guitar line in the track “Money” from the 2009 album BONG VOYAGE. But first, to set the vibe is New Zealand based folk tinged artist whose voice just grips me Aldous Harding with the song “Weight of the Planets” from her fantastic third album “Designer” from 2019. Labels to be mentioned are 4AD UK, City Slang, Four Flies Records, Dead Oceans, ERR REC, ATO, Brainfeeder, Piano Piano Records, Warp Records, Behind The Sky Music, DiN and Virgin Records. Now settle in, turn it up a bit, and let’s see where it takes us. I hope you enjoy it. One side flip, just the music.
Side A 00:00:00 Aldous Harding – Weight of the Planets Introspective indie folk with Aldous Harding’s elastic, shape-shifting voice, enigmatic lyrics, and a sense of cosmic weight and emotional depth. Haunting and beautifully unclassifiable. Artist Bio: Aldous Harding (born Hannah Sian Topp in 1990 in Lyttelton, New Zealand) is an indie folk singer-songwriter known for her elastic voice, eccentric performances, and off-kilter indie pop/folk that blends chamber pop, art song, and subtle drama. She has released acclaimed albums on 4AD, including Party (2017) and Designer (2019). 00:09:17 To Rococo Rot – cars Instrumental post-rock with electronic and analog elements—unmistakably digital yet 100% human. Hypnotic grooves, minimal structures, and a sense of mechanical elegance. Artist Bio: To Rococo Rot were a Berlin-based trio (1995–2014) blending electronic and analog sounds into instrumental post-rock/IDM. Core members: Stefan Schneider (bass), brothers Robert Lippok (electronics/guitar) and Ronald Lippok (drums/effects). Their name is a palindrome. 00:11:43 Psyché – Cumbia Mahàre Psychedelic groove with Mediterranean roots, sinuous rhythms, and improvisational flair. Evokes a mythical past with cosmic funk and desert-blues energy. Artist Bio: Psyché is a band/project known for a unique mix of psychedelia, groove, and improvisation. Their music draws on Mediterranean roots and evokes visions of a mythical past; released on Four Flies Records. 00:15:23 Khruangbin – Chocolate Hills Smooth, bass-heavy psychedelic funk with Thai funk influences, surf-rock cool, and global grooves. Laid-back yet hypnotic, with that signature Khruangbin warmth. Artist Bio: Khruangbin is a Houston, Texas trio (Laura Lee on bass/vocals, Mark Speer on guitar/vocals, Donald “DJ” Johnson on drums) blending Thai funk, Iranian pop, dub, soul, and psychedelia. Their name means “airplane” in Thai. 00:18:26 Tiger Tigre & Taurelle – Sport Mécanique Playful electronic track with mechanical rhythms and sporty, energetic flair—quirky and danceable. Artist Bio: Tiger Tigre & Taurelle is Vincent Taeger delivering groovy, mechanical, and playful tracks. 00:22:38 Pachyman – Sunset Sound Breezy dub reggae with Puerto Rican roots, vintage gear warmth, and smooth, freedom-seeking grooves. Sunny and rootsy. Artist Bio: Pachyman (Pachy Garcia) is a Puerto Rico-born, Los Angeles-based dub reggae musician and producer. A dedicated craftsman in the lineage of King Tubby and The Scientist, blending dub with personal, forward-thinking takes on roots reggae. Side B 00:26:40 Dorian Concept – Eigendynamik (Elevator Version) Eclectic electronic with modal/free jazz, funk, hip-hop, and ambient elements. Self-dynamic and elevator-lifted—playful yet sophisticated. Artist Bio: Dorian Concept (Oliver Thomas Johnson, born 1984 in Vienna, Austria) is a composer, producer, and keyboardist blending modal/free jazz, funk, hip-hop, electronic, ambient, and soundscape music. His stage name references the Dorian scale. 00:29:35 Sven Wunder – Pop-Jazz Structures Lush pop-jazz with cinematic structures, warm grooves, and elegant orchestration. Sophisticated and transportive. Artist Bio: Sven Wunder is a Swedish composer and musician known for cinematic pop-jazz and instrumental works that blend retro elegance with modern warmth. 00:32:36 Stereolab – Percolator Hypnotic indie/electronic pop with singsong vocals, krautrock influences, and percolating rhythms. Mesmerizing and groovy. Artist Bio: Stereolab (formed 1990) were a highly influential band led by Tim Gane and Laetitia Sadier. Known for hypnotic rhythms, mesmerizing vocals, and blending 60s pop, krautrock, jazz, hip-hop, and lounge into a distinctive art-rock sound. 00:35:58 Bluetech – A Study In Vapors Intricate psybient with organic textures, dissolving vapors, and luminous detail. Ethereal and hypnotic. Artist Bio: Bluetech (Evan Bartholomew) is a veteran psybient/electronic artist known for intricate, organic, and mind-expanding soundscapes. 00:39:35 Air – Les Professionnels Sleek French electronic with cinematic cool, smooth synths, and sophisticated lounge atmosphere. Effortlessly stylish. Artist Bio: Air is a French duo from Versailles (Nicolas Godin and Jean-Benoît Dunckel) known for downtempo/electronic music with influences from bossa nova, lounge, film scores, and 70s pop. Their debut Moon Safari (1998) was a global success. 00:43:16 RUN DMT – Money Psychedelic/electronic track with trippy vibes and a playful yet pointed take on materialism. Groovy and irreverent. Artist Bio: RUN DMT is an electronic/psychedelic project (associated with Salvia Plath) known for trippy, groovy, and irreverent electronic tracks.
Also in the works, the latest compilation titled Quiet Figures which will be released September 26. Uncover the narratives whispered by the silent, ever-present figures that shadow us, through compositions that unravel their hidden mysteries. Does that trigger a creative thought?
A special “best of”” episode. Featuring tracks I dig. Based on the track “Consensus Sequence” by “Bluetech” from the release “Petite Constellations”. Good day listeners, wherever you are. Trevor here. Welcome to the Virtual Cassette Library. A 12 track virtual tape with a metaphysical flip at the half way mark. A playful, dreamy, and emotionally rich journey through quirky electronica, nostalgic ambient, and cinematic melancholy. Side A blends surreal dioramas, shimmering French cool, and classic dawn choruses with funky energy. Side B moves through joyful folktronica, towering dub, haunting introspection, and abstract grooves. Overall mood: Whimsical, nostalgic, and groovy with a balance of light-hearted charm and deeper melancholy. Perfect for golden-hour listening, relaxed evenings, or thoughtful drives. If you make music, or are a label, and would like to be featured, send your file links or Bandcamp codes to trevlad@gmail.com. I’d love to hear what you’re working on. Please leave a tip and subscribe to the Mixcloud channel every little helps. So settle in, turn it up a bit, and let’s see where it takes us. I hope you enjoy it. One side flip, just the music.
Side A 00:00:00 Gelbart – WWI Hamster Diorama Quirky, miniature ambient with surreal war-diorama charm and playful, detailed textures. Eccentric and immersive. 00:03:13 Air – Radian Smooth, shimmering French electronic with lush production and dreamy, radiant beauty. Cool and hypnotic. 00:10:37 Sébastien Tellier – Draw Your World Whimsical, cinematic pop-ambient with gentle melodies and a sense of personal world-building. Charming and imaginative. 00:12:02 Boards of Canada – Dawn Chorus Classic BoC dawn ambient with birdsong-like melodies, warped nostalgia, and gentle analogue haze. Serene and magical. 00:15:37 The Twelve Hour Foundation – Cascade Flowing, nostalgic library-inspired ambient with cascading warmth and gentle charm. Playful and comforting. 00:17:42 Xploding Plastix – Donca Matic Funky, explosive breakbeat-electronica with tight grooves and dynamic, plastic energy. Energetic and fun. Side B 00:22:26 Bibio – All Of The Above Warm, eclectic folk-electronica with rich textures and a joyful, all-encompassing vibe. Sunny and detailed. 00:25:09 The Orb – Towers of Dub Epic, dub-heavy ambient with towering bass, spacey effects, and signature Orb weirdness. Immersive and hypnotic. 00:39:30 MICHAEL ANDREWS ft GARY JULES – Mad World (Donnie Darko) Haunting, stripped-back cover with piano and fragile vocals capturing existential melancholy. Poignant and iconic. 00:41:51 Bluetech – Consensus Sequence Intricate, organic psybient with evolving patterns and luminous, consensus-like harmony. Detailed and flowing. 00:45:00 The Zenmenn – The Magic Eye Lush, pastoral ambient with magical, stereoscopic depth and gentle, hypnotic beauty. Dreamlike and timeless. 00:51:07 Beanfield – Abstractions Smooth, abstract downtempo with jazzy grooves, warm bass, and floating, ethereal layers. Sophisticated and groovy.
Based on the track “Amber (feat. Itamar Ziegler)” by “Ori Kaplan & Lihu Melamed” from the album “Reverie”. Good day listeners, wherever you are. Trevor here. Welcome to the Virtual Cassette Library. A 60 minute virtual tape with a metaphysical flip at the half way mark. A warm, groovy, and cinematic journey through jazz-funk, psychedelic grooves, French electronic cool, and sunrise optimism. Side A blends raw Afrobeat energy with sophisticated library jazz and spiritual fusion. Side B cruises with laid-back psych-funk, quirky electronica, and feel-good house before ending on radiant, dreamy highs. Overall mood: Stylish, sun-kissed, and soulful with a strong retro-cinematic flair. Perfect for golden-hour drives, warm evenings, or chilled dancing. Highly groovy and immersive. If you make music, or are a label, and would like to be featured, send your file links or Bandcamp codes to trevlad@gmail.com. I’d love to hear what you’re working on. Please leave a tip and subscribe to the Mixcloud channel every little helps. So settle in, turn it up a bit, and let’s see where it takes us. I hope you enjoy it. One side flip, just the music.
Side A 00:00:00 Nu Guinea, Tony Allen – Howls Funky Afrobeat groove powered by Tony Allen’s legendary rhythms and warm electronic jazz-psych energy. Alive and infectious. 00:04:55 Air – How Does It Make You Feel? Smooth, seductive French electronic with breathy vocals, lush production, and late-night sensual charm. Cool and hypnotic. 00:09:17 Dos Palos – Lady Of The Westway [Andi Hanley Rework] Laid-back Northern Soul rework with deep grooves, warm bass, and breezy Westway sunshine. Groovy and nostalgic. 00:16:20 Mahavishnu Orchestra – Pastoral Epic jazz-fusion beauty with soaring guitar, intricate rhythms, and spiritual, pastoral majesty. Transcendent. 00:19:26 Brian Bennett – The Prowler Sleazy, cinematic library funk with tight breaks and shadowy, prowling menace. Cool and characterful. 00:20:56 Ori Kaplan & Lihu Melamed – Amber (feat. Itamar Ziegler) Smoky, deeply grooving jazz with rich reeds, warm bass, and soulful Middle Eastern flavour. Immersive and swinging. Side B 00:24:23 Domenique Dumont – Quasi Quasi Playful, quirky French electronic pop with charming melodies and light, bouncy grooves. Delightful and whimsical. 00:28:11 Khruangbin – Mr. White Psychedelic, dub-tinged instrumental funk with deep bass, shimmering guitar, and laid-back swagger. Hypnotic. 00:32:19 Jimi Tenor – Moonfolks Cosmic, eccentric jazz-electronica with quirky synths and interstellar lounge vibes. Weird and wonderful. 00:37:00 Breakbot – Another Dawn (feat. Irfane) Slick French house/funk with smooth vocals, funky bass, and optimistic sunrise energy. Feel-good and danceable. 00:40:32 Albin – Vinterkassetten Chilled, wintry Swedish electronic with warm cassette tones and cozy, melancholic grooves. Atmospheric and intimate. 00:44:25 Tycho – Sunrise Projector Lush, shimmering electronic with dreamy guitars, pulsing beats, and golden sunrise glow. Beautiful and uplifting.
Hey everyone… Trevor here, welcome. I’ve always wanted to be a café DJ — you know, the kind who reads the room, feels the energy, and lets the music flow with whatever vibe the people bring in that day. Life took me down so many beautiful roads, but this particular dream… well, it’s still waiting to come true. So today, I’m bringing a little piece of that dream right here for you. This is my series of café and lounge-flavoured sounds — smooth, soulful grooves made for chilling, for unwinding, for good conversations and even better silences. Whether you’re sipping coffee, working on your laptop, curled up on the couch, or just needing a moment to breathe… Let these tracks wrap around you like warm sunlight through the café window. You’re listening to Trev’s Virtual Café. Pull up a seat… and let’s chill.
Welcome to Ibiza Nocturne in Real Time—your midnight-to-dawn drift through the endless Balearic pulse.
Close your eyes for a moment. Feel the warm limestone still holding the day’s heat underfoot. Hear the distant lap of waves folding into limestone coves, the soft sequencer heartbeat threading through salt air thick with jasmine and possibility. This isn’t a playlist; it’s a state of mind, a slow orbit where anything can slide in next—guitar lines sun-bleached and lazy, Rhodes chords sighing like lovers, saxophones tasting of ripe fruit, thunder rumbling low like a bass drop that never quite lands.
No rules, no hurry—just the freedom to play whatever feels right, whatever pulls us deeper into the glow.
So pour something cold, let the terrace doors stay open, and allow the island to breathe through the speakers.
Heat clings. Salt air slides across skin like liquid mercury. Waves fold in slow motion below white limestone cliffs, each crest catching moonlight then releasing it in silver fragments. Feet bare on warm tile, toes curling against the uneven surface of the terrace. Soft clicks, gentle hi-hats like distant rain on palm leaves. The body knows the rhythm before the mind catches up. Eyelids heavy, yet vision sharpens: climbing plants spilling purple over whitewashed walls, a gecko frozen mid-scurry, the faint glow of a cigarette held by someone on the next balcony.
Sky bruises suddenly violet. Wind arrives carrying wet jasmine. Palm leaves thrash like flags in surrender. Lightning veins the horizon, silent at first, then thunder rolls in low and lazy, a bassline dragged across sand. Rain starts in fat isolated drops—plop against shoulder, plop on forehead—then accelerates into white noise. Clothes stick, cool now, hair plastered in dark ropes. Laughter erupts from somewhere down the path, bodies running toward shelter yet not quite reaching it. The storm plays percussion on terracotta roofs, syncopated, teasing. Feet splash through shallow rivers forming on flagstones. Lightning again—everything bleached white for an instant: grinning faces, raised arms, open mouths catching rain.
Dawn arrives soft, apologetic. Coffee steam curls upward, mingling with sea mist. A spoon clinks against porcelain, slow circles. Yesterday’s salt still crusts at the hairline. Someone hums off-key, half-remembered melody from the night before. Sandals slap gently along the road to the bakery; the same dog waits at the same corner, tail sweeping dust. Oranges roll across a wooden table, bright against sun-bleached grain. A child pedals past on a too-big bicycle, bell ringing once, twice. The day unfolds without hurry—linen drying on a line, shadows lengthening then shortening again, voices overlapping in three languages over cold beer at noon.
Moonlight pours through open shutters, pooling silver on the tiled floor. A woman stands at the balcony rail, backlit, hair moving slightly even though the air feels still. Her silhouette curves like the bay below. Bass notes glide beneath skin, warm and low, traveling up the spine. She turns, face half in shadow, eyes reflecting distant boat lights. The room smells of amber and sea-damp cotton. Fingers trail along the edge of a glass tabletop, leaving faint streaks. Somewhere a Rhodes piano sighs, chords stretching like taffy. Time becomes elastic—minutes stretch into hours, hours collapse into seconds. She smiles at nothing in particular, at everything.
Guitar line slinks in, lazy and sunburned. Bass rides underneath like warm current pulling at your ankles. Drums tap out a rhythm that feels remembered rather than played. A dirt road curves toward the sea, dust rising in golden clouds behind the scooter. Hair whips, eyes half-closed against the glare. Radio crackles—old soul, Thai funk, something wordless and ecstatic. Hills roll past dotted with white cubes of houses, each one a tiny promise of shade. Madness here is gentle: the urge to stop the bike, kick off sandals, walk straight into turquoise water without thinking.
Waves hush against hull. Boat rocks in cradle of its own making. Stars above, are reflected below—two skies mirrored. Voice low, over soaring strings. “And then you came…” the phrase hangs. Wind carries salt spray across lips. Hand dips into black water, trailing phosphorescence. The sentence never completes; it does not need to. Night folds around the moment like warm cotton.
Vinyl crackles before the beat drops. Disco hi-hat opens a door to last summer. Memory arrives in flashes: wet footprints across marble, empty bottles glinting in morning light, a dress left draped over a chair. The groove pulls backward and forward at once. Laughter echoes in the mind’s empty rooms. Someone dances alone on a terrace, arms raised, eyes closed. The track loops inside the skull, familiar yet always slightly different.
Colors have temperature. Saxophone line tastes of ripe mango. Bass drum thump registers behind the navel. Fingers see sound—rippling outward in peach and violet waves. The body becomes an instrument: skin vibrates with congas, spine curves to the flute’s arc. Synapses fire in citrus bursts. A hand brushes another hand; contact blooms into marimba shimmer. Everything touches everything else.
Voice soft, almost speaking. Worth it. The phrase drifts across still water. Guitar figures loop like vines climbing trellis. A cigarette burns down between fingers, ash falling unnoticed. Moon path on the sea leads nowhere and everywhere. The question answers itself in the swaying of fronds, in the slow blink of harbor lights.
Curtains billow inward on salt breeze. Room empty except for the bed, the fan turning overhead, the low throb of sub-bass through floorboards. Headphones on, world reduced to stereo field. Eyes closed: pink stucco villa, infinity pool spilling into horizon, no one else present. This privacy feels devotional. Keys ripple like water disturbed by a falling frangipani blossom. Paradise requires no witnesses.
Trumpet cries once, clean and bright, then fades into reverb tail. Memory arrives wearing her perfume—jasmine, sunscreen, something metallic underneath. The feeling sits in the chest like a held chord. No words, only the shape of her laugh caught in the bell of the horn. Night air cools; gooseflesh rises along forearms. Love remains, quiet now, stored in minor key.
Voice floats, weightless. “I am the sun, you are the moon.” The line hangs between them like a silver thread. Drums brush soft across cymbals. Sunrise bleeds pink at the edge of the world. Two bodies lie tangled in white sheets, breathing in counterpoint. Light touches skin, turns it gold. The moon lingers, pale and stubborn, refusing to leave quite yet. Everything is orbit. Everything is pull. The track drifts on, carrying them both into morning.