Cloaked in a pastel-colored cloud of analog moisture, misfit hip-hop beats gather to form a hard candy core. The cloud's condensation accumulates and falls in a glittering mist that blows anxiously across sliders, knobs, exposed wires, triggers and miles of cable connecting archaic tone generators. A double bass strikes raised-eyebrow rhythms criss-crossed to form a net to snare copper wire music with analog warmth. IQU's drifting groove follows the peculiar weather patterns that blow between a technotopian future and the quaint past of outdated electronics, easy listening sweetness and the German Avant-Garde.