something old this time. not so old, really. one year back. koushik & out my window. i had listened it some months ago, and the next moment it was deleted. don't know why, but i wanted to give it a second chance. and the timing couldn’t be better. palettes of flutes, harpsichords, mellotrons & ethereal singing create a sound of pop, hip hop, nostalgically looking to the past, but also to the future. it's the sound of koushik, offering a point of departure. turn the volume ooooon.