Flume drops are the worst, but this track manages to meld an all too familiar sound with Frederic Robinson's go to DnB aesthetic. This song is like that time you thought the elevator was totally full and Fred fucking Robinson snuck on real quick, leaving you standing there with that feeling of, "Well, good on him."
It's that feeling when you were so sure a new MGMT album wasn't going to be exciting, but it kind of was. Or when you told a mate, "I'm not that into drum and bass," hooped a pinger at a Hospital Records party and hooked up with Danny Byrd.
Actually, I'm not sure these metaphors are that accurate. ANYWAYS. Enjoy the goddamn music.