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Its 4AM and youre one minute from losing the plot. Eyes trying to focus on sweat soaked shoes shuffling on a grimy dancefloor (are they yours?). Who knows. And then it hits you. The bass. Like a shot to the gut, you feel it. Boom. Boom. YOU FEEL IT. Warped voices rise out of the speaker, pulling you into the ether (the bass!). Bodies crush against you as the lasers flash. Red. Blue. Green. They wash over you. Your heart skips about five beats. Its that SOUND (Ive never heard anything like it before). Filthy like diving open-mouthed into the trash. Nasty like porn on a Sunday morning. Nothing graceful or pretty about it. Unforgiving. Relentless. DIRTY. The bodies crush against you again... harder, tighter. You cant breath, lost in a sea of sweat and faceless writhing, riding a beat into the depths of the dancefloor. YOU CLOSE YOUR EYES...
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