Mellow Soul Funk Mix 🐾 Brewery Rare Groove & Vinyl Vat Vibes

Welcome to the Deep Mellow Soul Funk lounge. 🐾🌰 Tonight we're inside an old soy sauce store, where almost nobody works. 🎧 Tracklist (Chapters): 00:00 The Building Does the Work 02:41 Cedar Vats, Two Years Deep 05:43 Nobody Comes In Here 08:54 Dark Mash, Slow Turn 12:08 Night in the Soy Store 15:21 Nothing Added, Nothing Sent 18:19 Golden Eyes on the Vat Rim 21:37 Salt and Dark 24:48 What Lives in the Beams 27:55 Nothing Moves for Months 30:49 Cool Air, Deep Mash 34:14 One Stir a Week 37:22 Deep Brown, Almost Black 40:35 Every Vat Its Own Year 43:53 Late Lamp on the Cedar 47:01 Old Wood, Old Colony 50:13 Nothing Here Is Clean 53:28 The Taste Is in the House 56:57 Low Bass Under the Vats 1:00:09 Thick Smell, Thin Air 1:03:07 Two Years, Maybe Three 1:06:31 Brown Gold, Dark Salt 1:09:36 Every Year It Gets Darker 1:12:23 Cold Comes Through the Boards 1:15:42 The Same Vat, Fifty Years 1:18:56 Heavy Lid, Soft Surface 1:22:11 Quiet Store, Deep Vats 1:25:07 The Last Check Tonight 1:28:11 Salt and Cedar 1:31:31 Let It Sit Another Year 1:34:48 Repeat There is very little to do in this building. The cedar vats stand in rows in the dark, most of them older than anyone currently employed here, and what is in them has been sitting for two years — possibly three, since nobody wrote it down. Somebody comes in once a week, pushes a long pole across the surface once, puts the lid back and leaves. Nothing is added. No culture is brought in from anywhere. Whatever does the work lives in the wood of the vats and up in the dark beams overhead, and it has been there for fifty years. Nothing in here has ever been scrubbed, because scrubbing it would end the whole operation. The same beans and the same salt in a different building come out tasting like something else entirely, which is why this business cannot be moved. The smell is dark and salty rather than sweet, and it has gone into every board in the place. Each vat is on its own year, going a shade deeper every twelve months, until one day somebody tastes it and decides. Up on the rim of the nearest vat, sitting on the worn cedar edge with nothing at all happening below, a small black cat has picked the highest seat in the store. Golden eyes half open, tail down the outside of the stave, keeping an eye on a surface that will not move until next week. Underneath it all the bass sits deep and analog, with an intimate baritone drifting over tight funk guitar and a dreamy Rhodes, warm tape hiss and a soft crackle of vinyl underneath. Ninety minutes of unhurried 70s grooves, built to stay in the background while you work. If this one keeps you company tonight, please hit Like and subscribe to the channel. Subscribe here:    / @mellowsoulfunklounge