After climax, we drift apart like particles shot into dierent galaxies. A soft 'thanks, bye' echoes where seconds before there was fire. It's the familiar choreography of a gay bathhouse, a darkroom, a fleeting connection in the shadows: passion distilled into its purest, most concentrated form - intense, wordless, immediate. It's consumed in the present tense. Volatile. Electric. Already dissolving while it happens. Yet something remains. In these brief collisions, we exchange more than touch. We take a fragment of each other - a scent, a memory, a vibration under the skin - and we leave behind a piece of ourselves, surrendered without promise of return. There's something profoundly romantic in that surrender. Something communal. A silent agreement between bodies: we meet, we merge, we let go. No future. No past. Only now. '

'Longing (and) Dissolving' has a voyeuristic edge, as if you're tuning into intimate sexual whispers between interlocked lovers. Deep, booming, muscular house kicks fade in and out of earshot, heavy breathing turns up the heat, and sexual tension drips from every beat.

'Hungry for Presence' bottles up the rush of a sexual encounter with zippy synths darting about like furtive eyeballs in a crowded space. Clipped drums power on as sweat forms on the brow and acid arrives to take you to ecstasy - it's unadulterated house filth for throbbing dancefloors.

Artwork by Daniel Rajcsanyi