Listen— acid jazz sluices so avant garde that the melodies gel and overlap abroad the babbling Babel boulevard and neath the cymbal-crashing thunderclap. Thunder rolls on the downpour and downbeat, ambient dance-trance Rickrolling raindrops, splashing puddles and fast Scat-shuffling feet, umbrella-popping drizzle Doo-wop bops. Stiletto metronome-dome staccato, epileptic city edged in glowsticks and craving some raves on the downtown row atop lunar roof-ledge isometrics. Hear the horn-blast traffic jam sax solo in a sfumato-plumed cigarette haze? A dashboard chiaroscuro ghost-glow mingles amongst the greenlight-redlight craze. Rack-stacked skyscrapers with wine-glass facades and windshield shotglasses of crystal light, warbling cop sirens peal through pedal mods, fierce fluttering flamenco through the night. Wakeful chords strike athwart drowsy vigils, sidewalk insomnia and groggy grooves, bleary shopping windows, neon sigils, and pothole hip-hop polyrhythmic moves. Riverside jive and the torrential croon, piano patter-splatter as clouds clear and the club-hopping, buzz-happy new moon welcomes in the hectic-eclectic year. Now hear the windshield wiper DJ scratch as the storm-drain reverb drones on and on— see the horizon flare like a lit match to start the mosh-pit of a punk-rock dawn.