DVRKO. A future from the past. Deep compression, resonance in a crowded room to mute the noise. Essence of bass, composed partially of post consumer content. Some of it parted out from a stolen lime bike. Echoes and formants without an expect. Anthems speaking through a prism that would destroy itself if it wasn’t beautiful. It is. Live cut strings, far too many muffs, live drums, and an occasional Theremin. Extracted and forcefully interrogated by Billboard.com, DJ Times, Digital Journal, Los Angeles Blade, and Fresh Music freaks; DVKRO refuses to give any further interviews until a light lunch is provided.