Knock Knock ...

Electric eel, underwater feel, 100 meters deep; shit’s pretty real. I’m seeing a goofy-ass oceanic party blitz and it rocks my world. It’s my track so maybe I’m biased. No, no. It’s just the way it is. Klassik whipped up a gritty, darker song for release on Royal Soul Records down in Sao Paulo, Brazil and he was looking for some cats to flip it for the release. He wants my babies so in a thinly veiled invitation to impregnate him, he invited me to do a remix. Spin Kringle does not refuse child-rearing with Klassik so I did the thing that I do. That is, make fruity womps and woggles on some fresh breaks. The glitchtar was satisfying to fudge with and that dank booty bass still makes my dear rear dank to this day. There’s a twerk drop outta nowhere halfway through the second drop o’ the song and it primarily exists as a pretense to cram an air raid siren in the track. In a strange lemon twist of life, the air raid part is my favourite part in the track.

Bonus: I have a mix coming out soon wherein I mashed up this track with a Swollen Members track that I had no idea existed until my good friend Michael Kennedy brought it into my house without asking. So look forward to that. I dearly request of you. CHECK IT