What do you do, when you’ve barely slept a wink, and even after injecting a couple of pints of coffee, you’re still a wreck?

Why of course, you make NEON SPIES.

Considering the circumstances, under the tune in question was produced, I’d call it a masterpiece.

A masterpiece in persistence that is. Maybe not music.

And maybe not a masterpiece. Maybe a solid musical thing.

(Editor’s note: This blog was written based on notes of something that happened a few months ago)