Deep inside the recesses of a sprawling, 19th century warehouse complex in Toronto's gritty-but-rapidly-gentrifying Parkdale neighbourhood, an urgently driving bass line echoes through a maze of hallways. If you know which unmarked door to open and which dark staircase to climb, you'll hear the relentless pounding getting louder and the eerie melodies coming clearer into focus. Inside their clandestine studio you'll find Azari & III buried in a throbbing groove, seemingly oblivious to a visitor. (Alphonse) Alixander (Lanza) III wheels his chair back and forth between the mixing console to the racks of outboard gear behind him, minutely and obsessively tweaking the Neve EQ of a beat coming from an old 12bit drum sampler, one he bought earlier that day. Behind him, Dinamo Azari is playing a menacing yet oddly