Sweat bathes us, the brain shuts down. Pandemonium suites of sound echo from teeming discotecas around the world, as predominantly electronic music broadcasts waves of auto-tuned vocals and anxious basslines. Masterfully stirring the hearts and feet of those displaced ravers desperately in search of a thrill, this sensation called "panic drug" takes hold of body, soul and spirit alike. In droves, revellers accentuate the dark thumping swirl by surrendering to expressive boombox spikes radiating hypnotic frequencies calling forth collective rapture — challenging listeners with an immense paradox.