From the opening moments of “Illicit”, as its murky and slimy bassline comes to focus, there is something darkly seductive at the core of this song.

Even as Brooklyn producer 000:ex pulls in swirling synth lines and a pounding kick drum, the track remains firmly planted in the nighttime, always pulling the listener deeper into that exact moment where you completely fall under the spell of a club.

That moment when the fog machine is in full effect, making everything so hazy that all you can latch onto are abstract shapes that could be anyone or anything.

It’s the soundtrack of unnatural bliss enveloping everything.

Written by David Glickman