It starts with a persistent buzz, grooving inside your ear. Not strong, to drain your energy reserves too fast. Not dull, to keep you alive for hours and hours. Then an army of obsessive kicks fill your stomach and follow you in every dark corner of the dance floor. No room for soft strings to melt your brains, already sinked in serotonine. A bit dark, but that almost sensual darkness everybody seems to like. 133 minutes with Praslea, as recorded at Ibiza Underground in 2016.