The voice comes from a radio, protests in a country far away. Under the rising sun, cranes stalk the horizon, building more towers for the super -rich. Was it a dream, or did you hear sirens in the night? Qui volé? Who stole?

The rhythm, the battle, the call, a warning. The siren, the street, the horns. The bugs, the birds, the bees. And sounds stolen from your dreams. The last chapter in the Vertigo Inc odd-ysee. Hypnotic, pulsing late - late night leftfield house jams and junkyard rave constructions. On the flip, Flabberghast (Guillaume Coutu Dumont and Vincent Lemieux) massage a jiggling, whooping club dub from the track’s nervous skeleton