christopher just looks back over his shoulder at the time when a bass used to be called a murderbass, bleeps were meeting clonks and techno was feeding the illusion of the everlasting party. dry beats, being swinged and pushed up cascade-like over the holy disco bass again and again, heralding - by sawtooth and an apocalyptic peal of bells - the ultimate party happiness. dj glow known from his always cool trust imprint delivers a great futuristic robot electro remix from outer space. crazy funky