Have you ever been totally faded in the club? Not falling over, falling asleep drunk – glassy-eyed and slow-responsive, nodding along listlessly to the beat, more fatigued than fried.
You can reach this plateau sober too, this quasi-nirvana where music bypasses conscious thought and flows neatly to the mind’s ether, a fertile ground for minor epiphanies.
It is here, in this hypnagogic cloud, that you might find yourself tightly bound to the tracks as a “Train of Thought” barrels toward you.
Nightclubs are escapist by nature, but wherever you go — there you are. H31R’s synthetic melange of electronic and hip-hop can feel familiar at first blush, a little bit Anz, a little bit Channel Tres.
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