This one’s about the only acceptable form of gatekeeping... festival credentialing.   I wanted it to feel like controlled front-gate chaos... electro-swing brass, acid-y low end, twitchy electro-house energy, scanner beeps, crowd textures, and enough rhythmic stop/start nonsense to sound like a line getting jammed up over one typo and a bad laminate.   At the center of it is a tiny clipboard tyrant, keeper of the list, fuzzy little hinge the whole front gate swings on.   Petty? A little. Essential? Completely!   Basically a dance song for the people stamping "approved" and "absolutely not" in equal measure.more