Hot stepping off Wirtanen’s tail, Ouroboros return to take residence in the treehouse, bringing their cryptic blend of blistered acid, crooked techno, and hypnotic chuggers.
Calling all heathens of the left-hand path and hedonic creatures of the abyss, don’t miss this unholy serving of future beats, precision-cut to ignite cosmic visions and reflexive full-body jiggles.
When the ritual is complete, set your illumined spirit adrift into the endless dark, to spiral ever deeper into the bristling tangle of the beyond.