Firstly, they enter a 'Dazy Haze' with a little help of a grubby old kick, bleepy off-the-cuff percussion spasms and an unpredictable (schizophrenic even) bass line. Add to that sleazy, lowlife strings, all-over-the-shop synth stabs, dubbed up piano plinks and plonks and top it with some haunting & mysterious vocal chants and you're about there...'there', perhaps, being a place lacking in windows, with a single red light and a sticky floor.

The Rhythm Odyssey, on his own, leads you straight downstairs, no questions asked, by way of his 'Basement Version'; thus opting to go straight for the jugular and immediately sets the acid bass loose, whilst he strips everything else back a little, only to hit you full in the face with the smoke machine action about half way through and keeps you there until you sweat.

Finally, 'Outta-Ma-Phaze', lacking lucidity and social skills, it's perhaps 3…4…5…maybe 6am and things are blurry...the beat flickers along with uncertainty, phased synth chords moodily sit in the middle of the room, the bass line throws a strop and the Fender Rhodes appears muddied and worn out. Not sure what time it is, not sure what's going on……but sure do feel like dancing!