Mr Boateng

Dad, every song on this record sounds like you — Saturday mornings with the radio up, the kitchen full of horns and laughter, you humming along like you wrote it.

You taught us how to show up: to work hard, to dance anyway, and to be gentle with the people we love. So much of who we are is just an echo of the tunes you raised us on.

This one’s for you — the old favourites, and a few new ones we’ll play for years to come.