Refracted through the sound of Detroit's second wave, Modus, steers 'Triple M' across a spectrum of discordant pulsations and contorting energies towards enthralment. The driving rhythms which beckon listeners forward, guide them to a crescendo of rapturous furore and like The Rite of Spring played through faults in the 4th dimension, audiences are left in uproar, exalted in their own movement.