The Swinging-Tech-Emo of the Fat-lings beats again. Black streaks and Kajal give it the highest order of beats, this side of the scene. The flag rocking the banner of melancholy can be danced to! This time only on the B2 part is the piece fully formed. The other two gold nuggets twinkle with that special doughy touch, which also infect the live sets. A clear depth swings with Greedís production constantly, dwarfed only by the sun. The streaks jump out with courageous bass, snippets of melancholy, voices, and bounce for the clubs. Douglass Greed is a man of the moment, now or then doesnít play a role, old or new school, techno or house, cult ñ whaaatever... Itís about the intangible of the here and now. Various techniques in the ëboomí and ëstickí of the evening. Moments that rock and trade places with smiles and space.