We came from the future to make music for your times, until you’re out of time. When time bends, these things happen: horns blare, lights flash, red phones ring, people cheer for the apocalypse, spy jazz melts into four-on-the-floor, slow jams melt into flash-pan dance jams. Funk, glam, new wave and glockenspiel waltzes fuse together into a hot, sticky sauce. There is harmony. There is discord. There are people shouting “hey!!” a lot.