Abandon all expectations ye who enter here, Other Lands (previous,
druid-like incantations on FIREC015 Mac-Talla Nan Creag) got you covered
with a truly compelling assortment of jazz snaz and post-armaggedon
cosmo-disco oddities; occupying the space between alien-revisited
exotica, classic jacking house workouts and a BoC 'Chromakey Dreamcoat'
kinda vibe, seemingly elusive at first but definitely familiar to the
ears of uncool survivors like you and I. One thing's sure, Other Lands
could throw a balearic party at one of Berghain's most secret
leather-friendly backrooms that it wouldn't feel out of place. Never
mind the weird, inverse sun-tan lines.