Premiere: Los Primos – The TS Chronicles

Wandering through the club he looked at all the people and faces which danced and swayed beside him. It were as if they were all in some sort of collective haze or dream. Their movements were synchronised and furious – in time with the beat of a marching drum. Fog filled the air as it grew louder and louder.

He wondered whether it might always be like this, if they might never stop swaying. Would people tell stories and chronicles of such nights in years gone by. He hoped it might one day mean something to someone.

It still grew louder and louder.