There was plenty to eat at the neighbourhood club last night. Thanks to prying ears passing the night searching for something stronger, their noteworthy discussion is slowly turning into the dawn and a thin stream of Liberian coffee.

– Needle, get some more coffee. I can't get myself to wake up.

– Sure thing, Plate. We had a lot of fun!

– Woelk drove me crazy! That guy knows how to read the room.

– For sure, he does. He even gave me his record.

– I must have been so drunk I can't remember. Put it on!

Texture loops are always a good thing. This early Sunday wake-up call was no exception. The monitors were pouring out a volumetric wave that turned the room into an immense outer space. This is what travelling through the universe of sound looks like.