Jungle - Heavy, California -

Elias didn't answer. He couldn't. The "Heavy" wasn't a place for talking. It was a place for losing the desert heat and finding the rhythmic steam. As the sub-bass rattled the marrow in his bones, the walls of the warehouse seemed to dissolve into thick, green vines.

The DJ, a silhouette behind a glowing mixer, dropped a track that sounded like a helicopter landing in a cathedral. The breakbeats fractured and splintered, mimicking the jagged skyline of the city. Jungle - Heavy, California

In a concrete warehouse tucked behind a row of rusting palms, the air was a soup of clove smoke and sweat. This was "Heavy," the weekly underground where the BPM never dropped below 160. Elias didn't answer