This is a banger, dark but desperately euphoric when those vocals kick in at around the three and a half minute mark. We won't even call them vocals, more just screams. Not sure what's she yelling so mad about but Ono-style scream therapy and lots of dancing and sweat will probably help. Wolfram had us at hello, a happy and easy fit for Andy Butler's MR. INTL imprint, which has promised to put out only tracks that sound like they were recorded between 1985-1994, but this songs pushes it better and further into black-out nightclub territory. Imagine listening to this song with the best bass in all of cold Chicago. Imagine all the sweat on your brow.
