raudive a.k.a. oliver ho heads home with two guilty dancefloor pleasures. gritty surface, smoove bottom. for those damp, dimly lit cellar clubs: low ceilings, fog, smoke and all that.ruins runs a relentless groove against angular guitar overtones, blowing out the valves of its amplifier. metal sheets, rusty strings, sweaty bodies. visitor is built on a naughty percussion sequence and is elevated by a morphed girls inquiring voice straight out of a 1984 shibuya version of blade runner.