Wonder. Danger. The High Life. The Low Life.

NON PLUS TEMPS Desire Choir want you to sing the dank chorus

The crack of a snare drum is heard stuttering its pop from up the street. Drawn into distant vibration, the ear is bent to locate where it’s coming from. Traversing the streets, a dingy block is up ahead. A bass wobble illuminated by a sordid neon glow beacons a mesmeric lure.

Forgo any better judgment. Second thoughts are moot. Step inside.