The world of what is a soundtrack to the journey of music as it seeks out affinity. Across diasporas, despite language, the same whispers: wherever you are in time and space the rhythms remain the same. The melodies of this world of what call back along electronic ancestral lines, understanding is an infinite back catalogue of drum-skinned syllables, music is its indestructible constant in an equilibrium increasingly off balance. The world of what is a two pence coin for your mind's stylus. In the world of what African melancholy folds its metre into the sounds of Bahia, from this trans-continental tectonics, a bat signal in the shape of west London appears, dreams not so much broken as multiplied. The world of what is a cultural cross-pollination.