In Post-Soviet Goa, No One Can Hear You Psy: Part Three
whose friend quickly escaped to the dancefloor.
As I danced, eyes closed and now lost in the vibe, a hand tapped me on the shoulder. I turned ... decks, replaced by a chap kicking the techno rollers up to that no-mans-land of tempos circa 140bpm. You know the one - you can't quite lock into
