As the needle dropped, the track didn’t start with a melody; it started with a warning. A mechanical, distorted voice cut through the hum of the subwoofers: “Here we go.”
For those six minutes, the year wasn't 2001, and the world outside that warehouse didn't exist. There was only the pulse, the sweat, and the mechanical command to keep going. P.C.P. - Here We Go (DJ Foot Remix) (2001)
At the center of the booth, the DJ slid a fresh white-label vinyl out of its sleeve. This was the of P.C.P.’s “Here We Go.” As the needle dropped, the track didn’t start