It's a sweaty summer night on the Lower East Side. Riccardo's distorted bassline is permeating through the walls into the street. Intrigued, you wander into the venue. Off Peak is playing and the place is buzzing. They wrap a synthy dance-punk jam and immediately launch into a disco strut. Alex is flexing his falsetto while banging on his Korg. Esa stomps on a few pedals a glittering wave of chords envelops the room....