We were backing into the middle parts of the evening, following the completion of the Liturgy taping, here at the old and decrepit schoolhouse that we occasionally tape in, here in Davenport, Iowa, and the band's now-former drummer Greg Fox, crouched down on the rug in the middle of the floor and started fiddling with the gadgets that he'd stowed away in the van for just such a moment when he'd be able to drop the "What About What About After That Drop Out Boogie" mix of 2011 on us.
It's a spectacular display of what happens when drugs and free time work perfectly, as if they were matched for each other. It's what happens when there's a head full of beats and squiggly gibberish that just needs to get out. It's what happens when the windows start melting, when the space invaders start coming down out of the sky and they bring with them better drugs and more free time.
They don't want to take over, they just want to see what kinds of jams everyone can come up with, spur of the moment, when they're living in a world that's suddenly nocturnal and - LUCKY FOR EVERYONE - we've found ourselves in Barrow, Alaska, between the middle of November and the end of January, when the sun's not rising and we could use some weird ass warmth to keep us alive.