format b are back in single business! after their successful high-sea album, the two allow themself a short holiday in the romantic sample land, boiling a hissing, primeval soup called drawn to a ravers potion with which obelix would have smashed up the romans for the next 2000 years to come. as solid as the a1 bomb, the b-side continues. spinning formatesque towards sonic speed, the title rise lives up to its honour while dusk finally underlines the obvious request of this 10th formatik chief-release fatness galore!