Minimal and percussive, the track drifts along superbly, a seven-minute whisper. Lawrence honours the original, slipping in just a handful of notes that subtly shift the atmosphere. The pace slows to a steady trot, with smoky jazz-club snares, waterlogged piano and ray guns spiralling into the ether. Listening deeply, I can almost see the notes rising like sparks from a campfire into the night sky. A few delicate sounds also linger in the mix, lending the edit a conversational texture – a chime here, an echo there. Picture standing outside a busy restaurant, hearing the hum of conversation through the glass.

For Lawrence, remixing is like a change of scenery, an open-ended journey where the music serves as the conductor, and he simply follows and processes the sound. What a masterpiece his inner orchestra has delivered. Albrecht put it to me perfectly. “Lawrence’s remix takes that hazy liminal mood and stretches it into something even more hypnotic…it feels familiar and completely reimagined all at once.”

It was actually a chance meeting between Albrecht and Grant at New York’s Public Records that set the first edition in motion. “Tony (Grant) and I had been sending ideas back and forth ever since that night in NYC. The track grew out of that post-tour headspace, a mix of exhaustion, inspiration and reflection where everything feels sort of heightened, a little dreamlike.” Lend your ears to the original and you’ll feel the push-pull Alex alludes to: the clash between transient touring and the comfort of home.

This is proof club sounds can soothe—a song to return to over and over again. Press play below. Out through the Istanbul-based Oath imprint.