Operator Tracey delves into the world of weirdo acid on the A1. Gloomy digi-strings float over over inflated kick drums and bouncey percussion, choice vocal samples punctuate this unusual yet super infectious, squelchy hardware workout. Perseus Trax drags the machines out and launches an arpeggiated, ethereal assault. Progressive melodies and choking hi hats smash into one another whilst a booming 707 kick rattles the bass bins, prime time floor fodder.