The soundtrack, at least for me, invokes Allen Ginsberg and his poetry-seething Beatnicks guzzling large jugs of Port — Jack Kerouac always spoke of Port — scattered about a nondescript outpost in the smokier corners of Berkeley. And perhaps that is the sort of attitude that the Yougofirst collective (made up of Žiga Rakovec, Matic Zavodnik, Georg Ischepp, and Simon Pircher) bring to Dachstein Gletscher in Austria: an intoxicating disregard for what comprises of the norm in an effort to blast off in an otherworldly exploration.
Whether they intended to or not, those alien vibes are exactly what we get in this edit; and that is a good thing.
