Brain Slaves in a fabric factory

As far as I knew we were going to a house party but instead of being greeted by a slandering host there were men in penguin suits spiking the punch and serving us mint flavored gelato. Surrounded by an infinite ceiling and giant swirls of fabric Brain Slaves performed to a crowd of girls wearing heels that could have pierced the concrete. There sound is like Super Quality Velvet, it wraps around you, brushes your skin up the wrong way, makes your senses crawl. When they played Ecstasy the room lost it's gravity, everyone was swept up into a colorful scepter of psychedelic drones and calypso rhythms. My brain was enslaved.