Desperate, vacant Goth SynthPop that sounds like a frustrated 20-something on some bad molly (yes, I looked it up on Urban Dictionary). Pulsing bass and slithering guitars (in @:17) create a mix of frustration and tension that causes bad things to happen, like losing your friends' drugs, punching your romantic rival, or the existence of the Comfort Wipe? . Pares down from :55 until 1:06 when there's a screeching noise that signals, uh, something. Probably the return of the full mix @1:09 with even more stuff happening. Use this for good nights gone bad.