Miami sweat. Eye-melting lights/visuals. Fire blowing out everywhere. Beats so fresh. Probably tits. Hollow light streams and red eyes. This pink drink. Flavored tabs. Probably dick. Glasses jumping up. Hands on you and you and me. Bass Control capturing all this in sound. Handling the moment before you explode. Guiding your inner thoughts to cruise. White-faced Japanese people. Neon-faced youths. Money over here, and money over there. Darkness encroaching. Bass Control silhouettes in front of the full moon on stage. He’s shouting out. The music drowns everything. Audience members grasp for air/more. And the set continues into infinity. Well, just a set. But I’m sure Bass Control (Dennis Sebayan) could. Actually, you should book him just to see how much music he can pound into you before submission. Your submission. And if you’re in the New York City area, scope out his next live event at the Brooklyn Beat Music & Arts Festival. It’s being put on by the super (SUPER FUCKING) nice peeps over at Art For Progress. Go up to him and say, “Hey.” Your night depends on it!