You know the shirt before you know why it hits. A cracked headstone, a skull grinning through the dust, glow sticks still burning in the ground like the party never actually ended. Because it didn't. Not for you.
This is for the ones still chasing the drop at 4 AM. The ones who measure a night by how long the ringing in their ears lasts the next day. The ones who never once thought about growing out of it, because there's nothing to grow out of. The bass was never a phase.
Put it on before you step behind the decks, or before you step onto the floor. Either way, you're telling the room exactly where you stand. Till the lights come up, and then some.
Heavyweight cotton, built for a set as long and loud as you plan on playing it.
