On Saturday the 28th of July at round 7:35 am in Dalston, London, after a night of 1920’s dress, roulette table-ing, vodka martini’s and electro swing jives, I slumped and glided to the sound of Isolee’s “Allowance”. It has such measure, such grace, such balance, teetering and tormenting. The piano echoes, holding you, sustaining you, massaging your mind and your soul. You drift and drop to the non-stop melodic felony. Yet, there is an undercurrent of grit, a shutter sound that holds the piece together. When I heard this, I felt liberated, I felt unified, I felt at peace. So sit back and enjoy, if you ever need a post jam tune, this is the one.