We interrupt your regularly scheduled stream of druggie nonsense to bring you this extremely important musical interlude. Management humbly requests that you
1. Cue the player up to about, oh, 40:30.
2. Hit play.
3. Feel all the feels. All of them.
4. Break something dancing, probably.
5. Acknowledge the greatness that is god-man Eric Prydz.
6. (Optional) Buy yourself and management tickets to Creamfields, so that we may worship him together, in person, in England and shit.