In the thick of a suburban haunt, the shiver haunts our inner child through a hypnotic journey. Surrounded by the trash bag mazes, bargain bin amulets and
disintegrated latex, the mischeif maker wanders in search of a spook. The cold percussion and distant howls call upon fellow creeps and outsiders alike
to a non conventional dancefloor on a moody night. The sweaty tune blasts off the costumes of the wicked to embody the shiver.
