Does Balam Acab DJ? Sometimes does he sneak out late, crawl down to the swamp in the dark, following a hundred-yard extension cord that appears only under moonlight and leads to a solitary DJ table half-covered in Spanish moss lit by novelty Christmas lights shaped like beer bottles? And instead of making remixes in Ableton, does he just submerge old records in black mud, adding percussion live by tapping on a tin cup with his fingernail? And the audience is maybe swamp toads, but they know the words and croak "My Boo" alongside him? Is that where this comes from?