a couple of steps down and you ve entered the grooviest cave of undiscovered strobe light excesses. smoke machines and automatic funk. if spaghetti and meat balls would produce, they d be named fede lng and deejay astral. bringing serious thumpers to susan, their pack the pipe journey is wrapped in pirate material, recognizable vocals and the longing for a never-ending after party after the next after party. empty your ashtray, crack open six cold ones, turn off the halogen lamps and start thinking.