[INTRO — TINY SCRATCHING] [vinyl crackle] [scratch... scratch...] [whisper] Can you hear that? [scratch] There it is again. [deep voice] DO NOT SCRATCH IT. [whisper] Why? [deep voice] Because that's how it gets in. [CLICK] [female whisper] Too late... [small rubbery bass] bwup. [PAUSE] [deep voice] What the fuck was that? [DROP TEASE] BWAAAP— [SILENCE] [whisper] Oh no. It found the bass. [DROP 1 — THE ITCH] [HUGE IMPACT] WUB-WUB— BRRRAAOW— GLUP-GLUP— BWEEEEH— Scratch it! Twist it! Flip it! ITCH IT! [BASS ANSWERS] BRR-WOMP! Scratch it! Bend it! Break it! [distorted voice] WRONG DIMENSION! [elastic bass chaos] [VERSE 1] Got an itch in my brain where the logic should sit, little glitch in the switch and it won't fucking quit. Tick-tick twitch while the kick drum kicks, whole room bending like a spoon doing tricks. I asked my reflection, "Mate, you feeling alright?" He said— [reversed voice] [PAUSE] I said, "That's not an answer." [deep bass] WOMP. Fair enough. I got static in my socks, little planets in my shoes, radio announced that reality's confused. Left became purple, Tuesday became round, then somebody dropped a refrigerator sound. [METALLIC CLANG] [whisper] Beautiful. [BUILD] Scratch-scratch— under the beat. Scratch-scratch— under your feet. Something crawling through the frequency— [female vocal] Can you feel it? [deep voice] Unfortunately. [BUILD RISES] Three— [voice interrupts] NO COUNTING. [SILENCE] Oh. [DROP 2 — BASS PARASITE] [VIOLENT SUB HIT] GRRRAAAOW! WUBBA-WUBBA— KRRR-WOMP— BLAAAT— REEEEOW! [call] WHO LET IT OUT? [bass response] BWAAAAH! [call] PUT IT BACK! [bass response] NO. [call] WHO SAID THAT? [tiny voice] The bass. [ABSURD FILTHY WOBBLES] ITCH! ITCH! ITCH! Scratch the dimension! ITCH! ITCH! ITCH! [half-time stomp] Left speaker— BWOMP! Right speaker— GRRRAOW! Inside your skull— [PAUSE] [tiny squeak] ...boop. [BREAKDOWN — WEIGHTLESS] [drums disappear] [distant piano] [female ghost vocal] Floating through the static, falling through the blue, every little doorway opens into you. [whisper] Maybe the itch was never something trying to get inside. Maybe... it was something trying to get out. [long silence] [scratch] Oh fuck. [FINAL BUILD] [heartbeat] Scratch... [snare] Scratch... [distorted laughter] SCRATCH— [FINAL DROP — DIMENSIONAL FAILURE] [EXPLOSION] BWAAAAAAARRRRGH! [rapid bass mutations] WUB-WUB-KRRR— GLUP-BRAAAP— REEEOW-WOMP— GRRRRRAAAH! [deep male] OPEN THE DOOR! [female] DON'T OPEN THE DOOR! [deep male] TOO LATE! [door creak] [SILENCE] [tiny voice] Hello. [MONSTROUS BASS HIT] BWOOOOOOOM! [full drums] ITCH IN THE DIMENSION! BEND THE SOUND! ITCH IN THE DIMENSION! SHAKE THE GROUND! TWIST THAT BASS 'TIL THE WALLS TURN LIQUID! [distorted voice] THAT'S FUCKING STUPID! [deep voice] EXACTLY! [FINAL BASS MAYHEM] [OUTRO — VINYL SLOWDOWN] [scratch...] [scratch...] [whisper] It's gone. [PAUSE] [scratch] ...shit.
