Alice Clark opens the front gates and joins the Tulipa gardens on a breezy spring day. She brings a hypnotically-bathed tune that is tempered precisely for fever pitch moments on wild, crystalline hillsides. The track is devoid of remix accompaniment; the powerful nature of the sounds and structures contained within the piece allow it to stand solo. This sort of event rarely happens in the gardens but the label sees Turquoise as worthy. Alice's track is a diamond sparkling in the sunlight on a frosty morning. It is designed to expand and contract a dance floor during peak hour flashes.

Mainstream forecast shame. A legend taking time for finger foods. Coloring scheme on slanted beings and a fist clenched tightly. Wrapping a cord around the sore and calling it a day. Billowing log flume. Tapping on the dull blade divides the mind in two. Constable orienteering. Struck a deal with virginity. Postal sunglasses are just plain wrong. Hor...