Suda, Copout, Bassbear, The Dance Pit
Imagine a static world where there is no change to the rhythm. A constant and hollow plodding of the kick drum the echoes in the chambers of this death ship. But what if there was a change in the tides? Would this awaken the rhythmic sailor inside? Will you and your crew handle the syncopated waves in synchronicity, so that instead of overturning your vessel, the ship pushes up and along the waves, rising off the crests of foam, and into the night sky? In the stars, you’ll find your escape. In the stars, you’ll find Club Kin.