From the recesses of a suburban, skimmed-milk-drinking bedroom where only unicorns, fairies and
trance were built—sprang forth a creature so mutated, so denigrate and so convoluted—that the dance
music world is taking their formula for Dance Music or whatever they call it—and submitting
their hips, their pelvic, their torsos, their heads and everything in between and saying their minds are not the only things being blown.
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