After the bacchanalian feast that was Fluo V, a label-wide celebration of the maximalist energy set deep in Kindergarten's DNA, the imprint returns to its well-trodden split EP format, the clearest distillation of the label's collaborative spirit. On "Final Drive," new ground is broken as Sobolik and georg-i release music together for the first time. Born of longstanding mutual admiration and a budding friendship between the two artists, this project's story began when the internet pen pals met for the first time at a London studio to form the initial ideas for these tracks. Both artists already had a sizable body of collaborative works, and had been fans of each other for several years, trading dubs for touchstone sets at Honcho Campout and Feudal Festival. Their styles slotted together seamlessly, while their contrasting creative temperaments, Sobolik's haphazard flair and georg-i's frenetic precision, fused alchemically as they pushed the music forward in the ensuing months. The resulting tunes are propulsive, intense club tracks with a refreshing embrace of hefty bass-drops. "Forced Induction" pairs insistent, rhythmic synths with big, stompy bass and drums while buried vocal chops and secondary melodies worm their way around the soundscape. "Overtorqued" starts in glassier space, building in intensity around distorted horn sounds before slamming home a huge morphing bassline, stalagmite stabs and a pummelling beat. Higher frequencies make way for the nostril-rattling drum charge as the track progresses before a yearning lead melody folds back into the mix. A proper "let's have it" dancefloor moment at full throttle. Their individual tracks offer a kind of map key for discerning which ideas and elements may have come from who. With "Surface Tension" georg-i leans into a trancy sound palette and a nervous, staccato energy. Filters roll over the mix in a satisfying dance with squelchy, almost tactile, sound design ooze into every corner of the track. Sobolik's "Short Shift", on the other hand, is a big bompty stepper with a blown-out and somehow jaunty bassline, chimes and bells ringing around an illegible robotic vocal sample like a corrupted answer machine message and a recurring swelling of bright light that threatens to swallow up the track. When this falls away at the bass drop's satisfying thwack, the various flourishes shimmer and dance around each other in a mechanical ballet. A meeting of minds and ears to satisfy the cerebral and the somatic in equal measure.