wet asphalt...red lights reflecting off a puddle filled with acid rain. The nights are long, but never long enough, if you ask for ashford. Look into the tired eyes of a long lost friend. No words are needed. Only a nod. A smile. And you take the leap. Lose yourself in the sea of synths, in the peaks of squealing guitars mixed with hypnotic chants and drift through the rythm of the nights. And most importantly: enjoy the ride!