Mellow Soul Funk Mix 🐾 Foundry Rare Groove & Vinyl Metal Vibes

Welcome to the Deep Mellow Soul Funk lounge. 🐾🔥 Tonight we're on the floor of an old foundry, where almost nothing happens quickly. 🎧 Tracklist (Chapters): 00:00 Red Tells the Temperature 03:18 Sand Moulds in a Row 06:30 The Pour Takes Ten Seconds 10:08 Hours Before, Hours After 13:31 Night in the Foundry 16:52 Nothing Cools Fast Enough 20:13 Golden Eyes at the Cold End 23:26 Red, Then Orange, Then Grey 27:01 Heavy Ladle, Two Men 30:00 The Colour Is the Heat 33:30 Cool Air, Red Iron 36:53 Sparks Come and Go 40:33 Deep Dark, One Red Line 43:47 Every Mould the Same Pack 47:10 Late Glow on the Rafters 50:47 Black Sand, Fine Pack 54:36 Nothing Rushes the Cooling 57:55 The Metal Finds the Shape 1:01:22 Low Bass Under the Floor 1:04:16 Grey Skin, Red Inside 1:07:53 Nothing Opens Till Morning 1:11:30 Red Turning Nothing 1:14:38 Every Casting Waits Its Turn 1:17:50 Cold Comes In the Doorway 1:21:22 The Same Tilt, Every Pour 1:24:18 Warm Sand, Cold Night 1:27:30 Quiet Floor, Cooling Iron 1:30:49 The Last Pour Tonight 1:34:07 Iron and Dark 1:37:04 Let It Cool Till Morning 1:40:23 Repeat The part everyone pictures — the pour itself — lasts about ten seconds. Everything on either side of it takes all night. Hours of heat coming up beforehand, and then hours of it going back down, and the whole job is really about being patient at both ends. There is no dial anywhere in the building. The colour of the metal is the temperature, and reading it is something that takes twenty years to learn and cannot be written down. It comes down through the shades on its own schedule — red, then orange, then a dull grey that looks completely finished and will still take the skin off your hand. The moulds are packed from fine black sand, damp with oil, holding their shape with nothing binding them. Pack them loose and the metal blows straight out; pack them right and every corner fills on its own. Then they sit in rows on the floor and nobody opens a single one before morning. Cool it fast and it cracks. Down at the far cold end of the floor, exactly as far from the red as it is possible to get while still being indoors, a small black cat has worked out the arrangement precisely. Golden eyes half open, tail tucked in, watching the whole thing go grey. 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