Layered kicks              one

with high pass filter

slapping            one

with low pass filter

thumping

Bass       syncopated

Saturated,         running

Into next bar, tappy little

speed rims,        touch of 
Anna Torv       lips pursed       oversized button up. 
Soft cymbals     panned,

reversed with a whip-sharp

clap               reverb

ballooning

eight bars of                high hat

coming in,         phaser

subtle, 	            boosted air

lifting and cutting through the

weight of 
Zan Rowe sultry voice saying that’s fucked. 
Build-up of       snares

Snapping and rolling into

Break down,    a deepening

atmosphere,                 delays

on gritty synths,          notes

lingering,         last beats

spilling out,     feathering

into white noise and

whispers of 
Anna and Zan cradling wines wall seat dive bar.