Ajukaja and Ats got together in a worn-out smoke sauna, behind their rusty synthesizers, squeaking whistlelators and clattering drum-machines and came up with this tape’s worth of loosely funked up improv-not-improv steam-house catching all the night-creatures. Wet monster-toads, eerie moths, springy worms — all gliding in and out on foamy harmonies and rattling beats. No gimmicks, only drunk alien-bees in the jar. Let's ball.