No More Mosquitoes

The beats are slow and sultry, the effects squelch into a sort of metallic liquid hybrid. And that’s just for starters. The chanting mantra of the title plays out over the top like a plaintive plea, a prayer for redemption or a celebration of sweet relief that grasps you up in its head-wreckingly addictive hedonism. In a strange sort of way, this is what Nick Cave might sound like if he were a machine.