Vancouver producer Bobby Draino's scorched house music always has this acid-washed glee to it, but it seems to reach a certain new apex on this selfmorphing beach-inspired track. Those initial melted, tropical synth stabs start out dazed and it only gets more frivolous from then on in, really revelling in the 90s house opulence (and decayed psych) at around the 4:30 mark when the extra hi-hats come in. His dance experimentalism is busy and blown out, especially live with a full table of beat-up Yamaha mixers and keyboards at his disposal.
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