True terror/fear in all of its panting, ticking and ugly glory. This atonal, artificial-sounding, screeching, disturbing cut is a rhythmic, sound design collage of being chased through a building, having just jumped up from the table mid-procedure after suddenly realizing that scrotal waxing wasn't for you. Built around a frantic rhythm of male breathing, becoming faster against a throbbing bed of low synths, clock-like percolating and drum hits and then @:15 the demonic, distorted sounds of a didgeridoo introduce a darker, more chaotic kind of panic. The cut provides a variety of loopable, tension-inducing beds starting @:31, returning to a bed of isolated, panicked breaths @:48 that starts blowing up with huge, disruptive hits that increase in frequency and tenor. @1:21 it's just a series of horrifying explosions that get faster and more intense until the climax. Good for violent sports, brutal montages or being pursued by someone with a cattle prod.