The Owl, like its namesake, sits in the shadows. Its deep, dubby bassline lazily rolls along, as our Franco-Italian alliance layer their percussive elements. String stabs usher in the smooth-keyed break, before that weighty bass drops back in. On the flip, Txarco brings a sinister, somewhat industrial brand of funk, provided brilliantly by its growling, predatory bassline. As scything sounds, breathy vocals, and a variety of drums rolls lunge from the darkness, and fade just as quickly, we are constantly guarded by our bassline protector.