Lost Tape – 1980 sounds like the half-remembered fever dream of a long-ago journey across some wild and distant country, riding in the back of a battered taxi through the desert, a tape distorting loudly on the car’s player, eating into the lower tiers of your dreams like a fungus. It’s jarring, lulling, painful, absorbing, unexpected and weird all in one go. Who was Abdou El Omari? He grew up in Tafraoute, in the Anti-Atlas mountains, south of Agadir, and began recording in the 1970s while still in his early twenties, around the same time as Nass El Ghiwane and the mighty Oudaden. But his music was wilder, more futuristic, more experimental and more global than his peers. Perhaps too much so. By the 1980s, he had gone quiet and ventured into hairdressing.