Keys are Benedikt Frey and Chris Cox, the front and rear covers of a lucid narrative of an incomprehensible nature. Substance induced Hara-kiri, a human consciousness leaving it’s temporary and insignificant vessel, a motorcycle ride through the sands of a desolate Martian desert or a twisted eternity dissolved inside Pandora’s Box. These are just a few of the scenes effortlessly evoked by the epic yet somehow erotic omnibus of slow-motion electronica that is Voltage. In a time dominated by robotic beat and melody, this 8 part expedition away from the dancefloor may surprise, disorientate and hypnotise. Allow Keys to seal you in their infinite vacuum of flirtatious melancholia.