BZZT!! BZZT!! Hear that? You’ve got 35 messages from a certain Dillon Francis. O.M.G.! I know, right? The master of funk is back with a heater that blasts a fog machine’s entire load onto your face and chest. (Sounds messy.) Imagine the shimmering cascade of gumdrops and powdered sugar, as you grind to females, males, and trees alike. Featuring the vocals of Simon Lord, Dillon’s newest track explores the relative ambiguity of romantic signals and the games we all hate but play. Turn up the volume on this track – it’s better than kittens.