There’s an immersive quality to the music of Jadu Heart. Whether the London-based pair, real names Diva-Sachy Jeffrey and Alex Headford, are dabbling in tripped-out psychedelia, diving into dreamy pop or leaning into shoegaze – as they do on latest album Derealised – there’s a wistful throughline that connects their catalogue to date. That’s alongside their increasingly assured songwriting, existential themes and folkloric narratives, which give their work a certain pastoral charm.
Here, Jadu Heart stay on that idyllic, countryside tip as they deliver a mix they’ve titled ‘Walking Through the Fields of England’ for our Sunday Mix series. They’ve delivered a suitably story-setting explainer, too. Over to them:
“You leave your house to embark on a one-hour pilgrimage to the pub on the other side of town. You get to the edge of the forest and instead of following your usual path to the right, you go left,” they write. “You didn’t even know these fields existed, and you’ve lived here for years. Theres a stream running alongside you, and something tells you it will lead you the right way. To accompany your journey, you listen to your favourite British artists who remind you of the folklore that surrounds your village. A pint of ale awaits…”
Sunday Mix: Jadu Heart
Sunday Mix: Jadu Heart
There’s an immersive quality to the music of Jadu Heart. Whether the London-based pair, real names Diva-Sachy Jeffrey and Alex Headford, are dabbling in tripped-out psychedelia, diving into dreamy pop or leaning into shoegaze – as they do on latest album Derealised – there’s a wistful throughline that connects their catalogue to date. That’s alongside their increasingly assured songwriting, existential themes and folkloric narratives, which give their work a certain pastoral charm.
Here, Jadu Heart stay on that idyllic, countryside tip as they deliver a mix they’ve titled ‘Walking Through the Fields of England’ for our Sunday Mix series. They’ve delivered a suitably story-setting explainer, too. Over to them:
“You leave your house to embark on a one-hour pilgrimage to the pub on the other side of town. You get to the edge of the forest and instead of following your usual path to the right, you go left,” they write. “You didn’t even know these fields existed, and you’ve lived here for years. Theres a stream running alongside you, and something tells you it will lead you the right way. To accompany your journey, you listen to your favourite British artists who remind you of the folklore that surrounds your village. A pint of ale awaits…”