All is floating calm, on tremble haunted electro wavelengths , groove decoders crackle , drum soft mechanisms endazzlements of rhythm shimmering system explode of bassjuice.The turntable's soft horizon spins kaleidelic mutating beats-per-minute, invisible funk, the psychesonic non-viable life form, loading the tongue, lullaby poison lost in the edit.The club lights fuse and pop, a tiny darkness, split second followed by a stutter to the beat before the system kicks back in, and there I am, scouring the air with blades of bass loving the flash of it all. Non-Viable Lifeform is bad machines & dirty bass for a fucked up place.