Was in a frenzied, surreal environment at Dope Jams NYC last night, for their annual Halloween Costume Ball…the Slow to Speak boys dropped this and my pupils dilated, my senses sharpened, and the record store that had been transformed into a dank, horror-laden dancefloor from hell boiled over into a sweat-soaked jungle of twitching limbs and gleaming teeth.

Supremely dope jam, and ideal for all hallow’s eve…that refrain with the Carpenter strings and the opening sirens, signalling an oncoming storm the likes of which we haven’t seen or heard in quite some time.