You may remember us giddly venerating the spooked and sultry, heaven-hailed cosmic R’N‘B hymnal “What You Mean” by Pina Chulada back in August and it remains enshrined in strange, saintly gold as one of the most singular, affecting and alluring jams we’ve heard since. We were put onto fellow Denver crawlers Hideous Men by Jen of PC recently and have become similarly enamoured with their comparably free-spirited, light-fingered eclecticism – manifesting itself here in the gleeful molestation of club music that is “Talons” – a devil-crunk, deranged, beautiful little bastard of a song that sounds like a particularly rowdy ritualistic soundclash at some sort of occult carnival of futuristic bloodlust and glue-huffing in an Unconventional 2070s Satan Mainland Europa.

Hideous Men – Talons