Stressful bass-driven futuristic discomfort. Your worst dystopian nightmares are realized as growling/transmuted electric bass, distant public announcements/vocals and clock-like clicks suggest fear and oppressive regimes. Your second worst dystopian nightmares are also realized as your government just gave gun rights to seals, who seem pretty pissed about all the clubbing. Processed drum machines, metallic ratcheting sounds, what sounds like an electric bass being tortured/stretched on the rack and @:21 a tribal-sounding processed vocal chant suggest being overrun by tiny, angry villagers. After a grinding bass conniption @:28, the cut adds atmospheric airport-esque PA-driven voices, a suspenseful pulsing bass, growing pads and machine-like ticking. @1:12 a bed of ostinato cello provides a brief moment of sanity, just before a cacophonous build climbs to a danger-filled and drum-driven ending. Good for investigations, technology gone wrong, murder scenes and dark visions of a future doing tricks for our seal overlords.