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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.