In a subterranean tunnel, halfway between Las Vegas and New York is a small after hours venue where the walls are covered in red velvet and the floor littered with dreams and broken promises. Over the soundsystem is the trace of a groove, deep and stark, cut into a vinyl that was already worn down before it was played the first time. Welcome to the afterparty that never finishes. Be careful where you put the drink!
| pos | title |
|---|---|
| A1 | El Galgo |
| A2 | Everything But Potatoes |
| B1 | My Pony And I |
| B2 | Baby And The Drums |