Roguish by Puzleboy
The primal juxtaposition of pounding bass and near-weightless arpeggios, feet solid upon the earth whilst the mind floats off into the stars. Rhythm pulsing through the veins like a second heartbeat, grounding yet propelling, as gossamer harmonies whisper of distant worlds. Time is elastic, stretching and contracting with each sonic wave. In this moment, the boundary between self and music blurs, consciousness dissolving into the trance of pure, visceral experience.
