It’s no coincidence that Susan has yet another match with the Box. Wait, we mean. Ok, let’s start over. Match Box has a second date with Susan. No one has to perform a rain check here, because the evening is in full effect. Here’s how the story goes.

It’s a dreamy vibe. The wind gushes between our gears as the sunset tickles the scene. We are sensitive to the light. We believe in what is to come. We’re on the hunt. In the far out foggy clearance we are struck by the sparks of a very rare object. Amethysts depict a calm purple variety of quartz. Whatever that means, we’re floating on an unknown cloud. This Amsterdam duo really does this to us, huh? Heavy on the synths, easy on the emotions. A banger in the making, is what is whispered into our ears. Trippy echoes massage seemingly infinite chords, whistles and sounds I’ve never heard before. I really like this kind of.. uh.. you know.

Two drinks down the line and the fluids of life become increasingly apparent. Tip-toeing from left to right, the jumpy stabs of house music stand glaring at our eardrums. We need to have a shot. Let’s order this one called - what was it again? - oh yeah, Fluidum. Down the throat it goes and we notice an increasing pace. That familiar echo rings our bells. Again. This song demands we go with the flow. Let’s do it. A casual stomper. But only if you really sit down and try to understand.

Do you ever read? Have you ever felt that sensation? You know what I’m talking about. The one where you suddenly wake up as a bug, clustered to your bed, crawling up the wall? Or the other one where your mind is oppressed by a nightmarish endeavour that keeps on repeating itself? The drums. The bass. It’s all part of this adventure. Let go of the nightmare. Embrace reality. Because you are free. As you shift into the ease of life you are blessed by an inner momentum. You don’t have to read Kafka to be Kafkaesque. Match Box tell their story and offer you an alternative to repetitive madness by introducing a novel claim. One that will bring us to the next level. Go now, go.

Shall we hit the casino then? Sure. A gamble is what this really is. These boys call it a Mutation Gamble, for it translates into a multiplicity. You kno’wha’I’m’Sayin’? The snares are tender, the futurism is constant. A little breather in the middle segues into an augmented past. Just as we think we know where this is headed, the echoing vocals grab our hand and say: not here, but there. That is where we will commence that feeling of tomorrow. OK, you say. I am with you on this one.

Everyone works hard for a climax. Down the line is where it stands. We really need to lean back. We need to observe. Flattering spirits linger as the background noise fades into a holistic feast of synthesised cinematic culture. This is the culture we strive for. A modular masterpiece is what we are presented. Is this some kind of new technique?

Have you caught your breath yet? Well, there’s no choice here. A mescaline-induced trip from the here and the now is generated in a collaboration between the boxed matches and Exo Moda. An intense click overwhelmingly bangs into a fast-paced anthem. We’re all dancing at this point in time. And precisely time is what we are now, finally, questioning.

It’s been a trip. It’s been a momentary invasion of our mind. It’s been a pleasure. Actually, did someone say it was going to rain? I’ve danced myself dry and am ready to do it all again.