“hollowed out frenetic PSX 90s bubble rave beats, drill’n’bass straight outta the future, digital Ridge Racer sunset racing polygonesque jungle, early incarnation of hot female avatars initiating furious Cronenberesque car crashes you could stop play and replay at any time like CCTV footage of an homicide, angry desperate dancing with an artificial purple grin crushed under gnawing teeth, the erased memories of infamous Saturday night road massacres, infections all year round and the cursed ground of shut down discos rotting away in the middle of fucking nowhere. All of this and more, partying in the masquerade, waiting …