Listening to The Tourist is
like huffing a rag soaked in ether while running down a dirty
allyway with disco lights pulsing and flashing in your face. The
beats deconstruct, mutate, and bring the bass to your nether regions
in a pounding, swirling voyage to some drunken dance party broken
by waves of static and debauchery.
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