I think if I ever got lost in the dark depths of an East European forest on the run from the secret police and barking dogs, hopping over wire fences, fallen trees and that, because I'm an assing kicking, tight black cat-suit wearing secret spy that knew enough information to collapse the government...
Then I would like this to be the soundtrack to that occasion.
Well, either that or at some fat warehouse rave.
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