This straight up sounds like a Janet Jackson record form the early-mid 90's -- and it's fucking awesome. It you unashmedly get down to Janet ("Any Time, Any Place" in particular late at night, you will love this record. The funky synth bass lines, otherworldy percussive effects, and Romona Gonzales' wisp-like voice will teleport you to a dark dance floor filled with closed eyes and slowly gyrating bodies. The club is dark, except for one red, and one blue light lethargically oscillating on the ceiling, sweeping rays of technicolor across the cramped room. You forget about your bank account. You forget about Trump. You forget you're in a probably not up-to-code, and definitely illegally operated basement/bar in a bad part of town. All you can think about is how god damn good the music is.