In Orbit

A fish dreams in a drum machine. Hidden Operator surfaces, soaked in fog and radio hiss. The fever escapes. Kontra-Musik and Kess Kill hold hands in a burning telephone booth–two labels dancing backwards through a mirror, cackling. This is a record made of riddles and ruin. Dub coughs in the corner. Proto techno slips on oil. UK hardcore gurgles something unspeakable before melting into a slo-mo house groove with a hangover. Basslines stagger like drunks in a maze. Snares in existential crisis. Synths whispering conspiracy theories.