The waves of energy that emanate from this are palpable. Like hot asphalt on a summer day in July, the sub-bass adornments are almost visual, expanding beyond the expected auditory scope into a visually-distorted perspective. You’ll feel like you’re tripping. Hard. First, fly through the cosmos until the grimey bass drops you freefall into the stratosphere. jACQ’s vocals are on-point, and she throws down with the emotional conviction and passion of our generation’s collective voice almost as heavy as the bass and leads in the drop. Hitting that perfect level just above the troposphere of clouds at dusk, the amped-up peaks are sparkle-winks from the stars, fighting to shine through the purple and blue hues of the sun-setting sky. The heavens will fall, as the bass drops at the command of FTampa and Dank.