Antiheroes are Lee Scott and Salar, this track is produced by Farma G and yes, that coterie of oddballs should tell you that it's an unhinged classic. This is possibly as far-out fucked as Lee has got since the days of 'Tourettes Camp' — Farma laces some slo-mo psychedelic grooves with some exquisitely fucked up tempo-drops and icey strangeness, while Scott and Salar appear to be monged out on Fentalyn and gurgling gibberish-gospel like they've seen the light in the sirens of the Black Maria that's come to take them away. It's a strange tune but a totally compelling one. Oh please let's get a full-length from these guys soon. Stupendously good.