Black Zone One is like the Exorcist of Winged Sun’s collection. Lots of spastic beats mingled with dubbed samples and psychic breaks in club mentality. Mind chiseling nods that feel infinite. Clawing at ones eyes as a new dance move in show of appreciation. Dissection of the dancefloor by-way of flipping the feet where hands are usually and where feet are: hands. Walking on the ceiling. Pipping from the basement tripping everyone up into a new form of movement. Black Zone One got y’all scratching necks for more:
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