We careen into uncertain time and space. That temporal obstacle course ahead, we look back at an old future; of breaks, of bass, of groove. This future may be old, but its a hell of a lot newer than the future they were looking back on then.
How can we party at the end of the world– a world which feels like it wants to gobble us whole? Perhaps, for thousands and thousands of loops of a chopped funk drum sample, we can become something else, become somewhere else, allow each of those loops to take us fully. Join us, as we…
