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Wassup pitcrew,

November's mix comes straight from the floorboards of a Halloween house party—sweat, sequins, and fog-machine haze still clinging to every beat. The decks were sticky, the lights low, and the crowd somewhere between a séance and a celebration.

This month's podcast features the first two hours of my opening set—a warm-up that caught fire fast!!! This one isn't about precision—it's about pulse. Costumes half-on, hearts wide open, bass rolling like a spell through the walls. Expect disco ghosts, haunted house grooves, and synths that shimmer like spilled candy under strobe lights.

We traded the circuit for the living room, the stage for the kitchen floor, and found the kind of rhythm that only exists when nobody's watching. It's raw, loose, and a little possessed.

November's ride is for the ones who never left the party when the sun came up. Masks off—or maybe just one more song.

Let's keep it strange - your SMOOTHSTRANGER