An urgent, taut kick and rusty switchblade high hats snap to attention, sliding on titanium railways, as clanking, alien sonic flotsam rattles upward through your vertebrae. Cavernous toms pick up the cadence as the lights get lower. Flickering red lightbulbs overhead signal that liftoff is about to commence! Sure to be a hit with the likes of Ben Klock and Marcel Dettmann.
The DROID crew from Los Angeles delivers a remix from Drumcell and Audio Injection. Profound bass and a sleek polish shine the rusty robots into gleaming machines, firing in a dramatic, powerful, linear trajectory through a parallel universe.
This is serious, deceptively simple big room techno at its finest, dry as dust. Taking a confident jump into faster BPMs, this is a track for people who still like to be pounded sometimes. Badly behaving robots drop like comets on a misaligned course into a pit of steamy bodies, heaving sweat, and nihilistic abandon as the synths growl their approval. Claps and saw blade cymbals punctuate the mayhem with authority, and the hook will certainly be one to remember…
The runway lights appear in the distance as gauges click into place. The fasten your seatbelt sign has miraculously been turned off as beautiful silhouettes increase the cabin pressure. A warm yet melancholic descending bassline and spacious breakdown welcome us back to a lucid, womb-like reality as euphoric pads linger in the dream of the escape.
The same feel with no breakdown, for those who aren’t ready to land just yet!