Summer dripping oily residue from the overpass onto the amplifiers: traffic music abandoned for the unexpected pedestrian. When discovered, one is reminded of the proximity between heat intensity and sound pitch. Barebone rhythms and liquid beats... or is it rather liquid bones and bare rhythms?

Which brings me to this trash gem sent by my friend Al Jerrari; let's call it "The Liquid Bones Kid vs. Casio 8-bit Kuduro":