Jonny Kosmo, the Los Angeles (via New England) therapist and home recordist is a card carrying expert in the shape of your desire & the horizon of meanings your dreams catalyze. In his briefcase lives his weapons grade kaleidoscope, a 1972 mayfair recorder, and a pair of pants that fits seamlessly to the shape of your longing. It’s like if David Lynch’s Dr Jacobi and Stevie Wonder teamed up to make a new brand of funky golden shovels to “dig yourself out of the shit”. Don’t mistake Kosmos penchant for the gooey gone past as a hauntological hypnagogia or mishmash of intellectual twaddle. Kosmo achieves this effect through his buoyant optimism that benevolently anthropomorphised the street art and billboard thematix which now populate Los Angeles. His songs break that unholy ground and become (yet again) the seed for the building of the next world. Here for your consideration, is a new bedtime story sung in the daylight and danced in the moonlight . A siren song to pool together silver spoons, use illusions, and become tomorrow's lovers. If he lands this trick, it’s undeniable that in the future the word Kosmo will become ubiquitous with the way a googly eye can make a face out of any old thing. Sure, the uninitiated will think they are getting an innocent confection, but it’s really laced with love potion number 10. -Omeed Goodzari