Kolomensky Feat. Aria Lanelle: Golden
One time I went to a club in Berlin. It was insanity you don't really witness at 19 in the states. The party went strong until the sun came up and I remember just outside the main dance space was a warehouse-esque snack bar. You could order drinks and packaged snacks and sit at picnic benches when you needed a dance break. I recall sitting at a bench drinking something with whiskey in it and watching people asleep on benches half-dead. Then they'd hear the subtle bass of a song they really liked and they'd pop up from their stupor and charge forth into the dance hall. Golden is the kind of song that brings half drunk, exhausted party goers back to their feet.