As the sun goes down, the neons light up - and synths come out to play. And boy, do they hit hard! Revenge of the Sunsets comes in like a high tide that doesn't let up till the end. Like a pack of goons in a back alley, If they ever slow down on the beating, it's so that their leader can tell you how thins work around here - in his cold, emotionless, robotic voice that does not like defiance. Everybody round here dances the way he tells them. And U2 do the electric boogaloo, MOFO! *wink-wink*
Favorite track: In Synth We Wave.