“Jack this groove,” a deep voice persists in “Jack Rollin,” the tour-de-four-on-the-floor force set opener of Kingdoms. Seedy deeds are done during Fort Romeau’s late-night lush, a frolic down London foggy fascination streets. Vinyl crackle on the hush-hush, Fort Romeau plays bass face-time and clap attacks through shadow jackin’ steam, muted mambas, and the sultry spiral of total texture. A feminine touch, soothing and somnolent, with a man’s musk, pounding, pursuing. Makes you teary, tearing down Romeau’s Row, as syncopated swishes, like woodwind winter winds, suck, sigh, and blow. It’s a sauna sound: hot gusts, warmer water jets, sensual shuffles, breathy and beautiful. “I need you,” a yearning voice persists as the album closes, that covetous caress you’ve got your heart set on, that Fort Romeau languishing lull you set your heartbeat by.