Oh shit, that’s a crunch. Sorta like an Innercity loop that’s been left on for a few nights, and finally Halo Acid came back to it for one last listen. Hours on end just trailing into infinity just Days Of Night. Echo blips and tipped ticks sprinkled in a cluster of glittered melodies well hidden in a furious bludgeoning. Tubes braided without symmetry intended to writhe bodies into a frenzy. Feet trembling on a rough floor into a smooth, turtle-waxed surface. Shine like Mr. Clean’s skull. And TKX was there to drop a tear of Halo Acid. So feel the Days Of Night. Never sleep again: