Dry Dope crawls out of the desert with no moisture, no mercy and no place to hide. It is pure neurofunk heat, scorched and sharpened by the sun, every track rattling like bones in the dust. No softness in this one, only dry air, sharp edges and bass pressure that hits like cracked earth splitting under your feet.
If you like your drum and bass hostile and sunburned beyond recognition, this is the mix. Press play and enter the wasteland.
