A couple of steps down and you've entered the grooviest cave of undiscovered strobe light excesses. Smoke machines and automatic funk. If spaghetti and meat balls would produce, they'd be named Fede Lng and Deejay Astral. Bringing serious thumpers to Susan, their 'Pack The Pipe' journey is wrapped in pirate material, recognizable vocals and the longing for a never-ending after party after the next after party. Empty your ashtray, crack open six cold ones, turn off the halogen lamps and start thinking.