Echo location has become a clichà in techno, sure, but now think what it was really like when Luke dumped R2D2 into that unforgiving swamp, Degobah muck claiming his nine hundred and nine logic circuits as he continued his quest for luminous beings.  All this, despite the carbon-scoring and blaster-death-knell on trench approach only weeks earlier, ala Episode IV.

Now, multiply that droid rage by a factor of nano/surgical, laser guided percussion subdued by a subcutaneous layer of swing that manifests itself, despite all notions to the contrary, between subliminal beats. You hear it, out there or do you?

That swamp swing.  When you feel it deep, deep down, you've arrived.

Call this one a coming out party for the notes that aren't there.  Or a party monster.  The drowned sound that bubbles up from between the beat.  Listen carefully.  There it is.