I first met Thad Wenatchee and the FFU crew a few weeks ago at Channel Fest, an event at Fred Wildlife celebrating local record labels. (They were, surprisingly, the only ones selling any hip-hop.) Thad sold me a copy of his 2014 instrumental beat tape, Sand Clemente, WA. Google tells me this is not a real place, but this record renders it completely: I imagine a seaside village somewhere along the coast near Moclips, remote. Mournful saxophones haunt like distant nautical horns, drums crash with the repetitive ebb and flow of ocean waves. This is the soundtrack of a languid, calm place, full of longing.