If this track'd be a felt-tip pen, then it would be the meanest tagging marker which most joyfully would spit a lousy line through a horde of Chagall drawings. These claps and kicks cut a deviant, beautiful glade through your neck hair .. Tickles a little and makes each one come up with a dopey grin face. There is some talk of Real Money through out the track - not interested, naaah - but listen up!! - Strung up nicely are some good old school claps, kicks and 303's - flying into the station pulled by a thundering steam locomotive. You can't help it - damn it - get that fat dancing bear off it's leash. We end up in the eye of a mosh-pit, soakin' wet and the masses praise our music aesthetes.! Dan! René! We want your baby. Now and right here!