Uncertainty is the new sound. Waves of micro textures, oscillating and pulsing, melding and imploding. Grain clouds of nocturnal silicon creatures: Nano-bots. Self evolving, blindly building on texture, layers of audio-biotic languages, malleable and present in the era of self-propelled code. Clean Trip is on the Psionic wave. Join him on the edges, where sound can be found on the rim of reality. Ripping holes in the fabric of the dance floor continuum.